1.Great Stone Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Linval Carter／Horace Fergeson
Writer(s)：Linval Carter／Horace Fergeson
2.We're Only Gonna Die For Our Arrogance Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Greg Graffin
Writer(s)：Greg Graffin
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!! (repeat)
we're only gonna die from our own arrogance that's why we
might as well take our time
3.Don't Push Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
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？
and if I was Half Pint I'd ball lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a boomtown rat I would be stayin' up all night
If I was the King Ad-Rock I would get stoopid dumb
and if rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do？
I'd point that shit straight at the sky
and shoot heaven on down for you
Because the bars are always open
and the time is always right
and if god's good work goes unspoken
the music goes all night,
and it goes
I want a lover but I can't find the time
I want a reason but can't find a rhyme
I want to start some static but I can't afford
to get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard
hey
Now a days is clear as you please
strap with protection or struck with disease...disease
laughter, it's free
anytime just call me
439-0116
When your down with Sublime
you get
funky fresh lyrics.
Stolen from an Africa land,
I'll chase that other bar,
I saw my best friend tonight, so, don't push me too far
I'm gonna run
come down with the new lyrics
get hit, get hip,
don't slip you knuckle heads
racism is scism on a serious tip
you don't belive me then I go on bust your lip
Higher the mountain, it hard to climb
rougher the rhythm man, it must be Sublime
listen yellow lover get it right on time
we got cricket with the quickness on the bass line
40oz continue here
Go and wake the town, tell the people the news,
ohh, hey, tell them reggae music is on the loose.
here I am like a ragin' storm
with a brand new style and a unique fashon.
(sung at same time)
I am from the place where the sun keeps shinin', shinin'
and good good vibes, that keep on playin', playin'
Them a fire one shot for peace, eqality
come, come, thema come with a rougha stylee
come, come, thema care about you wicked stylee
come, come, if ya come with your wicked stylee
Thema fire one shot-
pump pump lick-a-shot,
thema fire two shots
pump pump lick-a-shot,
thema fire three shots
pump pump pump lick-a-shot,
thema hear about me rock
with me armor
when they start counterreact with me armor
thama launch an attack with me armor
coutnerreact with me armor
when they start counterreact
when me am bigger
Hear me copy
tell you about this wicked stylee
People wanna come up and they wan' tell me：
smokin' crack cocaine better than sensi.
your're puffin' that shit yo we're sick of it!
tweakin' every weekend and we just can't take it.
whoa-oh, we no wan' plastic!
ba!
SHS Continue Here
Lord have his grilled cheese
This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode
Not like doin coke or cheeba
not like takin a load
because I'm on time me style rough and rugged
I keep my body strong, clean and ...
People wanna come up and they want tell me
smokin crack cocaine better than sensi
once done it
me sick of it
if you touch me style
me gonn' bust your lip
we give it to you like a Newman flick
because its simple
we don't want plastic, bo!
4.Garden Grove Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Floyd Gaugh／Bradley Nowell／Eric Wilson／Linton Kwesi Johnson
Writer(s)：Floyd Gaugh／Bradley Nowell／Eric Wilson／Linton Kwesi Johnson
We took this trip to Garden Grove
It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door
It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
I've got the microwave, got the VCR
I've 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
You're a fool, don't fuck around with my dog
All that I can see I steal, I fill up my garage
Cause in my mind
Music from Jamaica's all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's 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
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog up at the pound
Living 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 for you
ma-ma-ma-Modness(madness) ma-ma-Modness
ma-ma-ma-Modness ma-ma-Modness
ma-ma-ma-Modness Modddd ness Moddd ness
ma-ma-ma-ma-Modddd ness Moddd ness Modddd ness
Moddd ness ma-ma-ma-Modness ma-ma-ma-Modness
Modness Modness Modness Modness
ma-ma..yeah
5.Don't Push Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
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？
and if I was Half Pint I'd ball lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a boomtown rat I would be stayin' up all night
If I was the King Ad-Rock I would get stoopid dumb
and if rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do？
I'd point that shit straight at the sky
and shoot heaven on down for you
Because the bars are always open
and the time is always right
and if god's good work goes unspoken
the music goes all night,
and it goes
I want a lover but I can't find the time
I want a reason but can't find a rhyme
I want to start some static but I can't afford
to get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard
hey
Now a days is clear as you please
strap with protection or struck with disease...disease
laughter, it's free
anytime just call me
439-0116
When your down with Sublime
you get
funky fresh lyrics.
Stolen from an Africa land,
I'll chase that other bar,
I saw my best friend tonight, so, don't push me too far
I'm gonna run
come down with the new lyrics
get hit, get hip,
don't slip you knuckle heads
racism is scism on a serious tip
you don't belive me then I go on bust your lip
Higher the mountain, it hard to climb
rougher the rhythm man, it must be Sublime
listen yellow lover get it right on time
we got cricket with the quickness on the bass line
40oz continue here
Go and wake the town, tell the people the news,
ohh, hey, tell them reggae music is on the loose.
here I am like a ragin' storm
with a brand new style and a unique fashon.
(sung at same time)
I am from the place where the sun keeps shinin', shinin'
and good good vibes, that keep on playin', playin'
Them a fire one shot for peace, eqality
come, come, thema come with a rougha stylee
come, come, thema care about you wicked stylee
come, come, if ya come with your wicked stylee
Thema fire one shot-
pump pump lick-a-shot,
thema fire two shots
pump pump lick-a-shot,
thema fire three shots
pump pump pump lick-a-shot,
thema hear about me rock
with me armor
when they start counterreact with me armor
thama launch an attack with me armor
coutnerreact with me armor
when they start counterreact
when me am bigger
Hear me copy
tell you about this wicked stylee
People wanna come up and they wan' tell me：
smokin' crack cocaine better than sensi.
your're puffin' that shit yo we're sick of it!
tweakin' every weekend and we just can't take it.
whoa-oh, we no wan' plastic!
ba!
SHS Continue Here
Lord have his grilled cheese
This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode
Not like doin coke or cheeba
not like takin a load
because I'm on time me style rough and rugged
I keep my body strong, clean and ...
People wanna come up and they want tell me
smokin crack cocaine better than sensi
once done it
me sick of it
if you touch me style
me gonn' bust your lip
we give it to you like a Newman flick
because its simple
we don't want plastic, bo!
6.Right Back Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
your girlfriend said so, I don't really know
that don't mean we fucked around
that night last week when you left town
Was tweakin' by myself one night
that's when I wrote this tune
didn't have no need for that bed in my hotel room
uh-huh, sometimes right now
since I've left the pen
feels like I'm right back there again
sometimes I pray
waiting, waiting for some bright holiday (holiday)
So I bought myself a gun
and I'm right back, right back where I'm from
sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
my girfriend said so- she's a little ho
that don't mean I fuck around
I like to keep that higher ground
sometimes I pray
waiting, waiting for some bright holiday (holiday)
So I bought myself a gun
and I'm right back, right back where I'm from
oohhh, don't tease me
ohhh, don't tease me
don't tease me, oh
sometimes I pray
waiting, waiting for some bright holiday (holiday)
so I bought myself a gun
now I'm right back, right back where I'm from
7.New Thrash Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
I've got so much trouble on my mind
that it feels if like I'm always
sleepin' with the enemy,
but I know the real world
always gets the last word in,
that's why I gotta kick reality
So don't tease me,
and try to say that I should care,
might as well go out for mine
'cuz everybody's going out for theirs.
(Miguel) So don't tell me about a fake drug war,
cut education programs more,
the people will one day learn and rise
'cuz not everyone is out to score
people always ask me why people are all fucked up;
at every corner there's a liquor store
peace
8.Saw Red Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Barrington Levy／Bradley Nowell
Writer(s)：Barrington Levy／Bradley Nowell
Girls don't go crazy
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
Oh baby if you wanna get HIGH
It makes no sense at all
I saw red
I saw red, I saw red, one more secret lover that
I shot dead
Everyday I wake up just a little bit more
feelin' like a dog out on the yard
because that's just how we are
Everyday I wonder if it's over
when I wake up realizin' no it aint
and brEAK down the WALL
You say it's black, but I can't believe you
And if you say it's white,
you say I'm tryin to deceive you
and BABY, I'm aware of the high and the low,
and I'd be waiting for you in the middle but I just lack control
Baby if you wanna get low
Oh baby if you wanna get high
It makes no sense at all
I saw red
I saw red, I saw red, one more sacred lover that
I shot dead
Girls, don't go crazy,
Girls, don't go crazy,
Oh girls, don't go crazy when the men use you, oh
Oh, woman hold your man tight
if it makes you feel right, it's your own life
9.Badfish Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell
how's it goin dude？
Hey man what's up？
tell Todd he can turn the radio back on
When you grab ahold of me,
you tell me that I'll never be set free.
but 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 hope the night would never end.
Lord knows I'm weak.
Won't somebody get get me off of this reef？
Baby you're a big blue whale
grab the reef when all duck divin' fails
I swim, but I wish I never learned,
the water's too polluted with germs.
I dive deep when it's ten feet over head.
grab the reef underneath my bed.
(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？
I gotta go dude
10.All You Need Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell
Headin out for Austin now we're half way out the road
buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy buy, buddy buy,
steady starin out the window
feels good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it
and back out on the road's where we like to be seated
we got half-pint style we got the B-boy style
got half-pint style we got the B-boy style
we gonna put that shit together wanna create a style
put that shit together wanna create a style
passed out on the pavement, I wont feel afraid
there's a little piece of paper sayin how we won't get paid
back out on the highway, Phoenix looks the same
you don't got me cuz I got no one to blame
I can't make you overstand
im rising up in a hip-hop dance
(smile if you got the beat)
thats all you need
Headin out for Houston now we're half way out the door
buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy bye
starin out the window
it feels 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
out on the interstate its all about love love love
if i never realize that thats how it has to be
then all the dj daughters out to give me money
back out on the freeway, i wont feel the same
little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain
back out on the highway, Phoenix looks the same
dont ask me, cuz i've got no one to blame
i cant make you understand
im rising up in a hip-hop dance
(smile if you got the beat)
thats all you need
yeah
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
real
11.Hope Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Milo Aukerman
Writer(s)：Milo Aukerman
How can you say.
'You torture me',
when you're already thinking about someone else.
When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.
But I know my day will come,
I know someday I'll be the only one.
So now you wait for a spark,
you now it will turn you on.
He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to lie,
when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.
My day will come,
I know someday
I'll be the only one.
Call me selfish,
call it what you like I think it's right.
To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.
But I'll have my way.
You don't stand a chance anyway.
Cause I got to you,
you don't stand a chance.
So now you wait for his cock,
you know it will turn you on.
He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to lie,
when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.
My day will come,
I know someday I'll be the only one.
My day will come,
I know someday I'll be the only one.
You say you want perfection,
I see your self destruction.
You don't know what you want,
it's gonna take you a year to find out.
I am not givin up.
And when you've had enough,
you take your bruised little head
and you'll come running back to me
I know that I will be the only one.
12.Foolish Fool Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Ed Townsend
Writer(s)：Ed Townsend
Foolish Fool
crazy crazy
crazy fool
crazy fool
if she thinks that she is gonna dispose my world
i'd be a crazy crazy crazy -- crazy fool
crazy fool
my love for you was oh so strong
we went together for oh so long
if i don complain about this misery yah
is this the way love's supposed to be,
supposed to be now
foolish foolish
oh you just a foolish girl
ohhhhhhhhh foolish foolish
oh ya just a crazy girl
if she thinks that she is gonna take you from me
gotta be a crazy crazy crazy -- crazy fool
crazy fool
13.Falling Idols Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Randy Bradbury／Ross Fletcher／Greg Lowther／Williard Pangborn
III／David Quackenbush
Writer(s)：Randy Bradbury／Ross Fletcher／Greg Lowther／Williard Pangborn
III／David Quackenbush
14.Caress Me Down Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Floyd Gaugh／Bradley Nowell／Eric Wilson
Writer(s)：Floyd Gaugh／Bradley Nowell／Eric Wilson
Mucho gusto me llamo Bradley,
(glad to meet you my name is Bradley)
Im hornier than Ron Jeremy,
and if you wanna get popped in your knee,
just wipe that look off your bati face
You hate me cause i got what you need,
a pretty little daughter that we call mixie, and,
if you wanna get beat physically
it will be over in a minute if ya
so she told me to come over and i took that trip
and then then she pulled out my mushroom tip
and when it came out, it went drip drip drip
i didnt know she had the g.i. joe, kung fu grip
and it went - uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and thats that lovin sound
when i kiss mixie she makes me feel horny,
cause im the type of lover with the sensitivity,
when she kiss my neck and tickle me fancy,
the right kind of lover on Sunday morning.
En el otro lado es donde vivi,
(On the other side is where I lived (in the U.S.))
con mi hijita, que se llama mixie,
(with my young daugther, who's name is Mixie)
y su hermana, si me quiere,
(and her sister, if she wants me)
y ahorita, tenemos un bebe,
(and now we have a baby)
Sus padres sus tios me trataron matar
(Your parents, your uncles tried to kill me)
but they did not get too far
un poco despues tuve que regresar
(a little while later I had to come back)
con un chingo de dinero
(with a shit／fuck load of money)
cause you know im a star
me fui a costa rica
(I went to Costa Rica)
para tomar y sufear
(to drink and surf)
practicaba con la raza
(talking with the homies)
cause they know who we are
Si no le dio cuenta
(If you didnt take notice)
then i bet you never will
you must be a muneca
(you must be a toy)
if your still standing still
and it went - uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and thats that lovin sound
Me gusta mi reggae,
(I like my reggae)
Me gusta punk rock,
(I like punk rock)
Pero la cosa que me gusta mas es panochita,
(but the thing I like most is pussy)
Pon la nalga en la aire if you know who you are,
(put your ass in the air if you know who you are)
Pon la nalga en la aire y empieza gritar,
(put your ass in the air and start to yell)
No tenga miedo, Im your papi,
(Don't be scared, Im your dad..)
take your chones, y los mandan a mi,
(take your panties and send them to me)
levanta, levanta, tienes que gritar,
(get up, get up, you have to yell)
levanta, levanta, tienes que bailar.
(get up, get up, you have to dance)
and it went - uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
and the girl caress me down- uhh
and thats that lovin sound
15.40 Oz. To Freedom Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
You got your hair permed,
you got your red dress on,
screamin' that second beer was such a turn-on.
and the fog forming on my window
tells me that the mornings 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 liqour store, 40oz to
freedom
so I take that walk
And I know that
ooohhh.... I'm not goin' back
ohhh, not going back
ohh, God knows, I'm not going back
oooohhhh, not goin'
(Hey man, anyone wanna make a run down to am／pm with me？ It's
like quarter-to right
now bro. shit, can you like, loan me like, a buck or two dude？
Jai said he was gonna be
here around 2：00 I havn't even seen him. just totally broke, man
owes me twenty
bucks man. get over it, fuck, sorry! I'm not dealin' with that
fuckin chince no more.
take those bottles back Eric？)
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
ooohhh.... I'm not goin' back
Ohh, I'm not goin' back
Ohh, God knows, I'm not going back
Ohhh, I'm...not goin'
ooohhh....I'm not goin' back
Ohh, I'm not goin' back
Ohh, God knows, I'm not going back
Ohhh, I'm...not goin'
I got a whole one left in the freezer
16.Ebin Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
Can hear the fuckin' fleas crawlin on my nutz, haha
Out my window, cool and bright
Day so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed
Ebin was a cooley that I used to know
Now he's down with the PLO
He's cold kickin it live with the KKK
No JVC, No JFA
Cooly was sportin' black tennis shoes
He was looking for something to use
With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of booze
Well, it could be me or it could be you.
Oh feels like my whole life is rearragned
Ebin you changed
Ebin Ebin Ebin Ebin you Oh how you changed
Oh you changed
Oh how you've changed
I give you a hard time,
didn't want to stay
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see, my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah yeah yeah
Hooked on crack just the other day
Now he's down with the CIA
We got covert operation in Vietnam
with a hit man assassin like a long strong arm
He went down to protect his country
Eat Mexican food and make lots o' money
Come back up north and drive a big white car
And take himself a plane down to Nicaragua
Well it feels like I'm the only one to blame
Oh Ebin you changed
Ebin Ebin Ebin Ebin you Oh you changed
Oh you changed Oh how you changed
I give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah yeah yeah
Out my window cool and bright
Day so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed
17.54-46 Was My Number Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Frederick Hibbert
Writer(s)：Frederick Hibbert
Do you believe I would take such a thing with me, and give it to
a police man？
I wouldn't do that, mmhmm, 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, oohhh, I wouldn't do that
I'm not a fool to hurt myself,
But I was innocent to what they done to me.
they were wrong, they were wrong
but give it to me one time (ohh give it to me,yeah!)
give it to me - two times (1, 2)
give it to me three times (1, 2, 3)
give it to me four times (1, 2, 3, 4)
Oh, 5446, was my number
whats my number now？
Right now somebody else has that number
one more time
5447 was my number
whats my number now？
Right now somebody else has that number
Say boom, say, one go with him up, yes
Say boom, say, want keep him, keep him on his back, say
Say boom, say, me want to take off her dress, huh
Say boom, say, I've kissed and caressed
'cuz we're jillin' and we're chillin' in the club all night,
we're jillin' and we're chillin' in the club all night,
hear the dogs, hear the beat, in the dog pound,
DJ, 'Lord have his grilled cheese'
some jealous punk,
snuck up around my back,
tried to take a lovin' over me;
Lord I got into a fist fight,
and wound up in jail all night
give it to me one time (ohh yes, ooh my pussy)
give it to me - two times (1, 2)
give it to me three times (1, 2, 3)
give it to me four times (1, 2, 3, 4)
people listen up
don't stand too near I've got somthin'
that you all should hear
all lies all the lies they 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 sweet baby's on the way
Kiss 'em on the cheek and life's okay
I don't feel no pain
I don't have no time
to listen to conflicting points of view, oh.
It's a crazy world to live alone.
A ball and chain I call my own;
a-ba-na-na-na-na whooo
People listen up don't stand too close,
I've got somethin' that you all should know：
holy matrimony is not for me,
I'd rather die alone in misery
Cuz I was always taught that boy meets girl,
fall in love get married and forget the world,
nine months later sweet baby's on the way.
Isn't that what they used to say？
with a girl you knew,
and the bonds that we grew,
turned into a ball and chain, mmm.
I step into the great unknown.
and a ball and chain I call my home;
a-ba-na-na-na-na, whooo
crazy world to live alone
with a girl that you knew
and the bonds that we grew
turned into a ball and chain, ohh
I step into the great unknown,
and 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 surley find another way
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
kiss him on the cheek and life's okay
I don't feel no pain
I don't have no time to listen
to conflicting points of view whoa
I step into the great unknown
with a ball and chain I call my own;
a-ba-na-na-na-na whoooo
18.Date Rape Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell／Marshall Goodman
Let me tell you about a girl I know,
had a drink about a hour ago.
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown Hell.
She heard a noise and she looked through the door.
And saw a man she'd never seen before.
Light skin, light blue eyes, a double-chin and a plastic smile.
Well, her eyebrow raised as he walked through the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar.
'My brand new car is parked right outside. How'd ya like to go
for a ride？'
And she said. 'Wait a minute I have to think.'
He said, 'That's fine. May I please buy you a drink'
One drink turned into 3 or 4 and they left and got into his car
and they drove away someplace real far.
'Now babe the time has come.
How'd ya like to have a little fun？'
And she said, 'If we could only please be on our way, I will not
run.'
That's when things got out of control.
She didn't want to, he had his way.
She said, 'Let's Go!'
He said, 'No Way!
Come on babe it's your lucky day.
Shut your mouth, we're gonna do it my way.
Come on baby don't be afraid,
if it wasn't for date rape I'd never get laid.'
He finished up and he started the car
He turned around and drove back to the bar.
He said. 'Now baby don't be sad,
in my opinion you weren't half-bad.'
She picked up a rock,
threw it at the car,
hit him in the head,
now he's got a big scar.
Come on party people won't you listen to me.
Date Rape Stylee.
The next day she went to her drawer,
looked up her local attorney at law,
went to the phone and filed the police report
and then she took the guy's ass to court.
Well, the day he stood in front of the judge
he screamed, 'She lies!
That little slut!'
The judge knew that he was full of shit
and he gave him 25 years.
And now his heart is filled with tears.
One night in jail it was getting late.
He was butt-raped by a large inmate.
And he screamed,
but the guards paid no attention to his cries.
That's when things got out of control.
The moral of the date rape story,
it does not pay to be drunk and horny.
But that's the way it had to be.
They locked him up and threw away the key.
Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind,
even though he now takes it in the behind.
But that's the way it had to be.
They locked him up and threw away the key.
Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind,
even though he now takes it in the behind.
DATE RAPE!
Lananananana Lananananana
Lananananana Ladadalanana
She didn't want to!
She didn't want to!
She didn't want to!
She didn't want to!
TAKE IT!
19.House Of Suffering Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Paul Hudson／Darryl Jenifer／Gary W. Miller
Writer(s)：Paul Hudson／Darryl Jenifer／Gary W. Miller
20.D.J.s Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell
Tellin' you right now,
soon there will nothing to plow,
soon there'll be nothin' natural,
and everything will be artificial.
In the future I say, In the future I say, in the future I say
＊Those lyrics were added after 40oz. was recorded
and can be found on almost all live Sublime
recordings.
All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
start talking trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
A little competition comes my way (billy bye)
but it always winds up the same
but 'the stone that the builder refused,
shall be the head corner stone'
ah, but there
ain't nothin' wrong
ain't nothin' right
and still I sit and lie awake all night
oh, all of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
enough d.j.s come with enough, enough stylee
but when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley
ain't nothin' wrong
ain't nothin' right
and still I sit and lie awake at night
oh, You better strapped with your gat if you wan' walk with me
I bound to come down with the new stylee
rockin' rubadub known as reggae music
gonna come down with the new lyrics
'cuz it just ain't no thing
oh, I said it's been a real long time
oh, but there
ain't nothin' wrong
ain't nothin' right
and still I sit and lie awake all night,
oh yea,
oh yeah Rubadub blender
a new mixer, go,
I am the one DJ with enough flava ,it go
here I go, here I'm come, heara the dubbed down d.j.
lord have this grilled cheese
I mean ah, I am Jamican but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Ino with a ten pound bag of tweak
('ha ha ha-tweaking') -(Eazy E - 'damn.')
hold on, though we call it ghost rider
every time we see them you fulfill the danger
ain't nothin' wrong
ain't nothin' right
and still I sit and lie awake all night,
oh, oh yea
dreddy got a job to do,
and we might fulfill his mission
to see his pain would be his greatest ambition
but ah, we will survive in this world of competition
using guns and our ammunition
bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo,bo
go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go,go
I won't wait so long mm,
i said I won't wait so long for you
oh, oh, yeah mmm ooh oh
hard to get so much
hmm, stop your messin' around
ah ah ah ah better think of your future
ah ah ah ah time you straighten right out
ah ah ah ah or you'll wind up in jail
21.I Love My Dog Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell／Floyd Gaugh／Eric Wilson
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell／Floyd Gaugh／Eric Wilson
22.Pool Shark Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell
Lyin' in my plastic bed
thinkin' how things weren't so cool to me
my baby likes to shoot pool
I like lyin' naked in my bedroom
tying on the dinosaur tonight
it used to be so cool to...
But now i've got the needle
and i can shake but i can't breathe
i take it away
but i want more, and more
one day i'm gonna lose the war
Lyin' in my plastic bed
thinkin' how things weren't so cool to me
my baby like to shoot pool
like lyin' naked in my bedroom
tying on the dinosaur tonight
it used to be so cool
now i got the needle
and i can shake but i can't breath
i take it away
but i want more, and more
one day i'm gonna lose the war.
23.Work That We Do Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell
Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,
that we've seen it all, the lies wont get you.
I've got fourteen miles to go,
I've got rythem comin' sence I've got the soul.
But I won't wanna come around our love. So why？
If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall.
I'ma find you.
And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today.
So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed.
Real love's somthing that I still hope people make there own
places to go.
And now in '94 were gonna lie some more.
In 1994 were going to die some more.
It it ever going to be the last show？
It's going to be the last straw
boss to proud to make the cards that we draw.
Don't Worry don't mind, I've got ample time,
Cuz it's all underneath my voodoo
That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.
24.Greatest Hits Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Bradley Nowell／Eric Wilson／Floyd Gaugh
Writer(s)：Bradley Nowell／Eric Wilson／Floyd Gaugh
Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live.
Hard to live, yes, it's hard to live
and it will be a long time before shit starts to give,
and every single day it's getting harder to get,
but I would be up for being down with a hoe.
Lord knows that I got my control.
Do you got the mic control？
You notice your style is well original.
This man, can get money,
I know.
There wont be no man on me.
In my bed I'm watchin T.V.
I'm drunk by noon,
but that's O.K.
I'll be president someday.
Got my cigarette and
I think how Bert Susanka made me drink.
Load the box and out pump that shit.
Got my Greatest Hits.
Got my Greatest Hits.
This band, makin money？
I don't know.
Its the writing on the wall.
All my friends drink alcohol.
I'm too drunk to light the bong.
I'm too stoned to write this song.
Got my cigarette and
I think how Bert Susanka made me drink.
Load the box and out pump the shit.
(Got my Greatest Hits)
Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live.
Hard to live, yes ,it's hard to live (echos)
and it will be a long time before shit starts to give,
and every single day it's getting harder to get,
but I would be up for being down with a ho.
Lord knows that I got my control.
Do you got mic control？
You notice your style is well original.
This band, get money, I know.
It wont be no man of me.
In my bed I'm watchin T.V.
I'm drunk by noon,
but that's O.K.
I'll be president someday.
Got my cigarette and
I think how Bert Susanka made me drink.
Load the box and out pump the shit.
It's the Ziggens Greatest Hits,
the Ziggens Greatest Hits,
the Ziggens Great-est Hits.
25.Smoke Two Joints Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Michael Kay／Chris Kay
Writer(s)：Michael Kay／Chris Kay
(She was living in a single room with three other individuals.
One of them was a male and the other two, well, the other two
were females.
God only know what they were up to in there.
And furthermore Susan, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised to
learn that all four of them
habitually smoke marijuana cigarettes... reefers)
I smoke two joints in the morning.
I smoke two joints at night.
I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright
I smoke two joints in time of peace and two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
and then I smoke two more
smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia
smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
toke a big spliff of some good sensamill...'
'Easy-E were ya ever caught steppin'？' 'hell nah!'
Daddy he once told me 'son you be hard workin' man'
and Momma she once told me 'son you do the best you can'
but, then one day I met a man who came to me and said
'Hard work good, and hard work fine, but first take care of
head'
(guitar solo)
whoa, rock me tonight,
for old time's sake,
whoa-ohh
26.Scarlet Begonias Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：Robert Hunter／Jerome Garcia
Writer(s)：Robert Hunter／Jerome Garcia
As I was walkin' down rubadub square
not a chill to the wind but a nip to the air
from another direction she was caught in my eye
It could be an illusion but I might as well try
might as well try
she had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
and I knew without asking- she was into the blues
she wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls
like other girls
Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrong
as heaven works out the way it does in this song (hey)
'cuz once in awhile you get shown in the light in the strangest
of places
if you look at it right
It was the summer of love and I thank the stars above
because the woman took a lovin' over me
and just to gain her trust I bought a microbus
because I sold off all my personal property
A tight tye-dye dress she was a psychadelic mess
we toured to the north, south, east, and west
we sold some mushroom tea we sold some ecstasy, we sold nitrous,
opium,
acid, heroin, and pcp
and now I hear the police comin' after me
yes now I hear the police comin' after me
the one scarlet with the flowers in her hair she's got the
police comin'
after me
but there ain't nothin' wrong with the way she moves
all scarlet begonias and a touch of the blues
and there ain't nothin' wrong with the love that's in her eye
I had to learn the hard way just to let her pass by
let it pass by
oh just let her pass by
27.Ring The Alarm Live At The Palace／1995
Lyricist：C. Bright／Winston Delano Riley
Writer(s)：C. Bright／Winston Delano Riley
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