Boss DJ

There's a steel train comin' through
I would take it if I could
and I would not lie to you because
sunday mornin' soon will come
when things will be much easier to say
upon the microphone like a boss d.j.
but I won't work upon the the sea like it was dry land
The Boss D.J. 'came 'nothin' but a man
no trouble, no fuss I know why
It's so nice
I wanna gear the same song twice
It's so nice
don't wanna hear the same song twice
zoom as I'm spinnin' all over my tongue but it's just stones and sticks
'cuz the microphone is where I go to get my fix
just let the lovin' take you hold 'cuz 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
ooh egar
ooh ego
oowee girl
oowee god
and there really ain't no time to waste
really ain't no time to hate
ain't got no time to waste
time to hate
really ain't no time to make the time go 'way
so Mr. DJ don't stop the music
I wanna know
are you feelin' the same way too
I wanna write it with you girl
ooh girl
ooh girl mmmm mm mmm mmm mmhm mmhmm don't stop
It's so nice I wanna hear the same song twice
it's so nice I wanna hear the same song twice..
nowa days the songs on the radio all
all drive me crazy....
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I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub

See, I chose this profession
so therefore, I earn beer
(Laughter)
Pretty much
Got matches
And I'm not lyin' one #^(%in' bit, either
Are you guys musicians?
We're magicians
What kind of music y'all play
The kind that..I dunno
Ask and so you shall receive
Whoo
Reggae
Reggae? Oh, reggae
I'm not too into reggae
Why not
Oh well...
I don't like it, that's why
We play rock, blues
Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Oh
I like a little of this kind of music.
Yeah
Yeah
I like jazz, blues
Oh, jazz is great
I'm not too into rap
I really don't like that rap
Rap? Rap
I like oldies
Some rock, some hard rock
I even like a little mexican music
Don't understand the $#!+ they're sayin'
Don't understand nothin'
but I like it
Now, the Indian music
Now that's somethin' to trip off of
Acid
Because every song is like...
You'd better be trippin' pretty hard
Uh-huh
I'll bet you trip hard
Acid
Oh, he's got it goin' on
Don't you go near ya hand...
Yeah
Everyday
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everyday I say
oh please don't lie
We gotta leave
I swear
You should get a real one, man
what's your #^(%in' problem
Ah-hah
I never said I thought you were stupid either
He ain't got nothin' on there
Can one of y'all spare 20 cents
I don't even have 20 cents
I don't even have...uh..
If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...
I'd spend the last one...
This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you.
My wallet's inside.
Yeah, right, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, you got money
Yeah, you got cash
Yeah, we know you got money, man
Actually, I think I have a buck
Give her the #^(%in' quarter
We checked you out, we know you...
Whoo!
Reggae!
Reggae? Oh, reggae!
I'm not too into reggae
C'mon down
One more time
C'mon down. C'mon down
Yeah
Go down and see your baby now
No
We love you, yeah
When I heard the verdict the first time
I was sitting there
Yeah
Fuck
Can't go in there
Fuck
I know he wasn't..
I immediately gave him all my money
Fuck
I know he wasn't
I got another friend
he got the shit beat out of him for no reason
You can stay here
Hey man
On that one
You got a good samaritan here
The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public
What's goin' on
I'm gonna break down the...
He's really, in a mental hospital
and that thing really doesn't work
You should get a real one, man
what's you fuckin' problem
Laaa...
got a night down...
Yah
Who's this guy
2x That's Opie
Opie
Opie is our master
Who's this guy
That's Opie
Yah
Who's this guy
2x That's Opie
5x Opie
2x That's Opie
5x Opie
And Opie is our master
I am the master
He's so smart
he's the smartest guy we know
He created this
Knock me out
Master of the mother-fucker
Wait, I have one
Try that
He usually doesn't speak
Like, every 2 weeks
He speaks in tongues
Oh, in tounges
He only speaks every 2 weeks
(incoherent rambling)
Hey, y'all meet Raleigh?
This is like
speaking in tounges...
Whoo
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Falling Idols

(instrumental)
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All You Need

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 feels 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 $#!+ together in a creative style
We put that $#!+
together in a creative style
Outside on the pavement I won't feel afraid
There's a little piece of paper saying how we walked that May
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say
No one's got fingers, I got no one to blame
I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance
Society's got to me
That's all you need
Headed out to Houston, now we're halfway out the door
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Staring out the window
It feels good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it
I know how females like to be treated
A license for me and the stars up above
And on the interstate I fell love, love, love
And If I never realize then that's how it has to be
And all DJs out there got to give me money
Back out on the freeway, I won't feel sane
Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say
Blown out speakers, I got no one to blame
I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance
Society's got to me
That's all you need! Yea
I can ???, but I won't see
Because no one can tell you, you've got to be afraid
We got to go back on the highway, live behind the wheel
I want it real
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Freeway Time In LA County Jail

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 Heinas come swimming to me
They hold me and they promise me things
And when the tide's 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 an angry dog is a hungry dog
And a hungry dog is an 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, 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 Heinas come swimming to me
Hold babe 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
Gwarn
Hold me babe
got a new stylee
And an 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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Mary

Baby one breath away
I'll find the words to say
I'll sit and light the bong
I'll hold my hit in real long
I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight
Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight
You've heard the line before
Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore
If you come home to me turn off the lights
and lock up the doors
and start getting busy
I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight
Oh Mary baby I could do it right
When we got to the pad
Mary baby started calling me her dad
Yes, she gave me head
We could not find a damn bed
Fifteen years old plus one
hotter than a microwave oven
Oh Mary baby
daddy is coming home
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Raleigh's Soliloquy pt.III

You guys don't know what love is
You don't know what love is
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues
Until you had a love you had to lose
You don't know what love is
Let's see
What's happening
The sacks are filling up again here yeah
Well we can stop that thing ya know any #^(%in' time we want
let's do it
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Hidden track starts on 05:53 minutes

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 work goes unspoken
the music goes all night
and it goes: I don't need your blanket by me I'm the one
umbudy bye good lovin' gimme lots a good fun
budy bye beach blanket out all night long
they kickin' on the couch listen to a good reggae song
me say a beach blanket she's wicked and wild
my beach blanket she's such a nature's child
stolen shot gun you know what I'd do
I'd point it straight up 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
it say: me no wanna lover me no wanna lover
me no wanna lover spring time here no lover me no wanna lover hey
second street a where it's at
walkin' down town you're strapped with a gat
eh laughter
it's free
any time just call me 498-4836
this a kinda number make you get your kicks
budy bye!
I la la la la love
no no no no no no
there's a steel train...
you ready?...
yeah
nobody tryin' ta blow by me nobody but louie dog try to poop my style
I don't want nobody to come runnin' up
I would not like to look like nobody would ever pull up on me
but my mother the paper
jack a back to be another back
and am I a gonna gonna get jacked 'cuz that's the way it is
....so nice
don't wanna hear the same song twice
it's so nice don't wan....
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