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Written By: Hexum/Sexton/Mahoney/Martinez Sunshines Are you outside I am a simpleton by choice not speaking to hear my voice Sunshines Why are you sleeping Gotta get outside Cover the ground on foot Not hithing arounf your spur Over the river and trough the woods I've come this far to bring in the goods I get high, even when I don't try Let 'em pass by with a wink to the eye I reserve the right to be stoned I reserve the right to take it to collect them sums I have the right Don't try to be, there's really no point in you biting me I'm glad to see that it's easy for me to be an MC Let me tell you a little story Like my dog Bobby, he hated the poopl man So I tried to play Kotter and make things coll And I said just let him smell you, hold out your hand He reached it on out, and then bam He bit him, he bit him so fuckin' hard Blood was steady gushin' all over my back yard I kept apologizin', I felt so fuckin' bad The dude was so cool, he didn't even get mad He said man don't sweat it, that's the dog's meaning Took some Neosporin and went bak to his cleaning Thought I had a dream or else it was a movie Your mind can have a joint easy like jungle boogie $600 freebie and I gots my job Would you mind come but I gots my dog Come you can foam the water with the bone I wanna tell my mom, ring her on the phone Cherry popsicle, icy, cold, freezing Loves on his gums now that he is teething Got a wee-wee pass, lay them by the door Nasty Little shits he dropped them on the floor Sunshines Are you outside I am a simpleton by choice Not speaking to hear my voice Sunshines Why are you sleeping Gotta get outside Who's Got The Herb? Written By: Paul Hudson/Earl Hudson/David Byers Who's Got the Herb 2 for 1, 5 for 4, half ounces Quarter pounds, LB's and kilos What are we looking for Sinsemilla What are we hoping for What are we hoping for Sinsemilla Who's got the herb is what the young boys ask me Who's got the herb and then elders tell me Who's got the herb is what the young girls ask me Whos' got the herb not thee dread-locks Skunk, bud, indica Sativa, my reefer, la arriba Skunk, bud, indica Sativa, my reefer, la arriba When we roll a big one it feels so right When we smoke it in our bong it feels so nice Whos' got the herb is what the young boys ask me Who's got the herb and then the elders tell me Who's got the herb is what the young girls ask me Who's get the herb not thee dread-locks Who's got the herb Who's got the herb Who's got the herb Who's got the herb What I'm talkin' 'bout Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca From a coppa yes I'm tellin' you Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca From a coppa What are we looking for Sinsemilla What are we hoping for Sinsemilla Here we go! Skunk, bud, indica Sativa, my reefer, my reefer Who's got it Who's got the herb Who's got it Who's got the herb 311 whoa Who's got the herb 311's got the herb and you can't avoid that and ya do want your hands with a fat blunt sack chill with indica and guiness, steer clear of white powder kick it you sing it in a space, go out to play it louder Plague my brain with no cocaine I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane Roll up the bones if you can affix a word to smoke it except for you're doomed in the morning if you bake the hills Oh and I get up to the sun and then I smoke out It's begining to smell like Mota and I'm down with no doubt, sing Plague my brain with no cocaine I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane If you want to harm the world then you can stop the herb and you can use the serve and use the warrant. White Man In Hammersmith Palais Written by: Strummer/Jones Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say There's many black ears here to listen But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right Charging from the bass knives to the treble But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack 'Cos it won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better find another solution Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution Punk rockers in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny Turning rebellion into money All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais Just lookin' for fun I'm only Looking for fun Juanbond Music: ?; Lyrics: ? H to the E to the X to the U to the M I'm Hexum, I always seem to vex them even when I really don't mean to but I'm a brick house and you're a lean-to I kick the positivity like a shipwreck on a raft in a sea of negativity it covers them half half of the world, the figure is intact which way will you have an impact come back to your bro, do what your soul but when you're in the mode just flow I stick to the brick of the house of the funk and the swing and the vibe of the reggae hip-hop sing it for the people not the chase it to the steeple and whatever you do don't stop I come and drop a clue from me to you like Fantasy Island Chad's got one tattoo If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man if you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D Check it out I've got clout (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) Damn Miles I'm driving in the mach with mad not unlike a box I am endore how fox I am inferior spinning is my hand I see a man like me stand between mirrors and seem myself go all in lieu of them flowing, I didn't know my soul dig becomes the body of another one constellation, the mirror is such a simple above collection and the mic down in my eye today we're taking out Paris or say of the lands heavy spirit of ill descending oh my God I made a mess haul see mercury fall from hands flung red, super and deadly as I step into an outer sea If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man if you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D check it out I've got clout (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes, I do (SA: no you don't) yes (SA: no you don't) damn Here's some advice, it's called A-B-C this is your world, you can be anything people look at me and think I know just what I am doin' but half of the fuckin' time, I do not have a clue and in any given situation I always say stupid things not as bad as P-Nut, but he's cool just the same Norwegian, Scottish, Irish, and Mexican and on the drums is the one Chad Sexton super phat beats that you just can't fuck with doin the type of shit you're not havin' good luck with the stupid motherfuckers and those party going thieves livin my life with them, 311 University Seal The Deal Music: ?; Lyrics: ? Now that I know what it's like to fall freely I can taste blood for the ones who I envy trying to make it right, they won't catch me now that I know, just watch what I'll do Watch me break watch me gently breakin' both our hearts watch me gently breakin' watch me gently breakin' our hearts Now that I've sealed the deal I don't know how to feel now that I know that it's for real just how am I supposed to feel? What do you do when your mind won't reconcile with the thing you are wanting to part by a mile trying to make them right like a sonnet neither one will give in so I'm down from it Watch me fake watch me fakin' that I know just what to do watch me plainly fakin' meanwhile I've got a stake in a heart Now that I've sealed the deal I don't know how to feel now that I know that it's for real just how am I supposed to feel? Now that I've sealed the deal I don't know how to feel now that I know that it's for real just how am I supposed to feel? Cali Soca Music: ? 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