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SANTERIA I dont practice Santeria, got no crystal ball, i had a million dollors but i'd spend it all, if I could find that Heina and that Sancho that she found, I'd pop a cap in Sancho and i'd smack her down, all I really wanna say I cant define, its love i need, but my soul will have to wait till i get back and find a Heina of my own, daddy's gonna love one and all, I feel the break and i got to live it out, I swear that i really wanna know, all I wanna say is I got mine and i'll make it, yes im coming up, tell San-Chito that if he know what is good for him he best go run and hide, daddy's got a new .45, and I would think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat, beleive me when I say that I got something for his Punk Ass!, and what I really wanna say is theres just one way back, and i'll make it, but my soul wll have to wait. WHAT I GOT early in the mournin' risin' to the street light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet, got to find the reason, a reason things went wrong, I got to find a reason why my money's all gone, I got a dalmation and I can still get high, I can play the guitat like a mother fuckin riot, life is too short so love the one you got, cuz you might get ran over or you might get shot, never start no static i just get it off my chest, never had to battle with my bulletproof vest, take a small example, a tip from me, take all your money, give it to charity, lovin's what I got, its within my reach, and the Submlimes style's still straight from LongBeach, it all come back to you, your gonna get what you deserve, try and test that, your bound to get served, love's what I got, dont start a riot, you feel it when the dance gets hot, thats why I dont cry when my dog runs away, I dont get angry at the bills i have to pay, I dont get angry when my mom smokes pot, hits the bottle and goes back to the rock, fuckin' and fightin' its all the same, livin' with louie dogs the only way to stay sane, let the lovin' come back to me WRONG WAY Annies 12 years old and 2 more she'll be a whore, nobody ever told her it's the wrong way, dont be afraid in the quickness you get laid, and your family get paid its the wrong way, I gave her all that I had to give, im gonna make it hard to live, big salty tears runnin down her chin and it ruins up her make-up I never wanted a cigarette pressed between her lips while im staring at her tits its the wrong way, strong if i can but i am only a man so i take her to the can its the wrong way, the only family that she ever had was her 7 horny brothers and a drunk-ass dad, he needed $ so he put her on the streets and everything was going fine until the day she met me, happy are you sad, wanna shoot your dad, i'll do anything i can its the wrong way, we talk all night, tried to make it right, beleive me shit was tight it was the wrong way, so runaway if you dont wanna stay, caudse i aint here to make you, its up to you what you really wanna do, spend some time in America, Dub Style, so we ran away and im sorry when I say that straight to this very day it was the wrong waym she took a hike, dont matter if i like it or nott, cuz she only wants the wrong way. CLICK HERE FOR AUDIO GARDEN GROVE We took this trip to Garden Grove, it smelt like lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah, this aint no unky reggae party, $5 t the door, it gets so real sometimes who wote my rymes, i got the microwave, got the VCR, i got the deuce deuce in the trunk of my car oh yeah, if you nly knew all the love that I found its hard to keep my soul on the ground, your a fool, dont fuck around my with dog, all that I can see I steal, as I fill up my garage, but in my mind, music from Jamaica all the love that I found, pull over theres a reason why my souls unsound, its you, its the shit stuck under my shoe, its that smell inside the van, its my bed sheet coverd with sand, sittin' through a shitty band, ettin' hassled by the man, wakin' up to an alarm, stickin' needles in your arm, pickin' up trash on the freeway, feeling depressed everyday, eavin' without makin a sound, pickin' my dog up at the pound, livin' in a tweeker pad, gettin' yelled at be my dad, sayin' im happy when im not, findin' roaches in the pot, all these things I do, they're waiting para tu APRIL 29TH 1992 April 29th 1992, there was a riot on the streets tell me where were you, you were sittin home watchin your TV, while I was participating in some anarchy, first spot we hit was my liquor store, I finally got all that alcahol I cant afford, with red lights flashin its time to retire, and then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire, next stop we hit was the music shop, it only took 1 brick to make that window drop, finally we got our own P.A, where do you think I got this guitar that your hearin today. when we returned to the pad to unlad everything, it dawned on me that I need new home furnishings, so once again we filled the van until it was full, since that day my livin rooms been much more comfortable, cuz everybody in the hood has had it up to here, its getting harder and harder and harder each and every year, some kids went in the store with their mother, I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some pampers, they said it was for the black man, they said it was for the mexican and not for the white man, but itf you look at the streets it wasnt about Rodney King, it bout the fucked up situations and the fucked up police, its about coming up and stayin on top, or screamin 187 on a mother fuckin cop, its not writtin on the paper but its writtin on the wall, national guard smoke from all around CARESS ME DOWN Mucho gusto, me llamo Bradley, Im hornier than Ron Jeremy and if you wanna get poped in your knee just wipe that look off your badi face, you hate me cuz I got what you need, a pretty little dughter that we call Mixie and if you wanna gte beat phsically it will be over in a minute, so she told me to come over and I took that trip and then she took out my muchsrom 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 uuh and the girl caress me down, uuh thats the lovin sound, when I kiss Mixie it makes me feel horny, cuz im the type of lover with the sensitivity, when she kiss neck and tickle my fancey, she gives me the right kind of lovin on Sunday mourning. (Learn Spanish) DOIN' TIME Summertime, and the livins easy, Bradley's on the microphone with Ras.m.g, all the people in the dance will agree that we are qualified to represent the LBC G me and Louie, run to the party, dance to the riddin, it gets harder, me and my girl, we got this relationship, I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit, on lock down like a penitentiary, she spreads her lovin' all over and then theres none left for me (Chorus) oh take this veil from off my eyes, a burning sun will one day rise, so what am I gona be doin for a wife, I guess i'll have to play it myself, show them we come off the self (Chorus) evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely, evil, ornery scandalous and evil, the tension, is getting hotter, I'd like to hold her, head under water (Chorus) CLICK HERE FOR AUDIO |
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