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1.Waiting for Bud
There are no lyrics to this song

2.Steady B Loop Dub
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found
Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.

3.Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I
We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunitics all at
once with a filtering system of God. We're the psyco-semantic police,
you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it?
We're pure intellegence, your not. Your biological product of a
comological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you.
I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who
you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're
a fuckin' programer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up. She sucked
my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second
chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go
straight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the
cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit. As
long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie. I
capured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock
sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't
do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it.
If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me
off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal
time.

4.Lying in my plastic bed,
thinking how thinking how things wern't so cool me.
My baby likes to shoot pool,
I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,
it used to be so cool.
Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.
Take it away, but I want more and more.
One day I'm gonna loose the war

5.Steppin' Razor
If you wanna live, treat me good.
If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good.
I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.
I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.

If you are a bully, treat me good.
If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good.
I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.
I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided
I'm dangerous, so dangerous.

6.Greatest Hits

Wake up in the in the mornin' and it's hard to live.
Hard to live, yes it's hard to live
And it will be a long time before that shit starts to give.
And every single day it's getting harder to live.
But I would be up for being down with a ho.
Lord knows that i got mic control, do you got mic control?
Ya no dis this stylee when ours is original.

This man, makin' money how I know, won't be no man of me.
In my bed I watch TV.
I'm drunk by noon, but that's OK.
I'll be President some day.
Light my ciggarette, and I think,
Bert Senzanka made me drink.
Load the box and I'll pump that shit.
Got my greatest hits
Got my greatest hits

Is this band making money? I don't know.
It's the writing on the wall.
All my friends drink alcahol.
I'm too drunk to light the bong.
I'm too stoned to write this song.
Light my cigarette, and I think,
Bert Susanka made me drink.
Load the box and I'll pump that shit.

7.Free Loop Dub
No lyrics

8.Q-Ball
(Q-Ball)
...and I'm through, gonna fuck with you,
then I say what the fuck with you?
And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas.

(Too $hort)
comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'
muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad,
with the funky reggae style, check it out.
Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya,
Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka.
Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut.
Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts.
Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say,
he's up next, white chowder don't play

(Q-Ball)
I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash.
Because I clash, I gash.
The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck.
Nigga rains be supream...

9.Saw Red
(Gwen)
Every day I love him a little bit more,
a litle bit more, a little bit more.
Every day I love him just a little bit more,
and he loves me the same.
(Brad)
Every day I love her a little bit more,
a little bit more, a little bit more,
Every day I love her just a little bit more,
and she loves me the same.
(both)
Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.
It makes no sence at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.
One more secret lover that I shot dead.
(Brad)
Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,
feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are.
(Gwen)
And every day I wonder if it's over,
when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the war.
(Brad)
You say it's black but I just can't believe you.
(Gwen)
And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to decieve you.
(Brad)
And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low,
and I'll be waithing in the middle, but I just lack control.
(both)
Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.
It makes no sence at all, I saw red. I saw red.
One more secret lover that I shot dead.
(Brad)
Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when the
men use you.
(Gwen)
Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel alright,
It's your own life.

10.Work That We Do
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 sto.
But I won't wanna come around our love. So why?
If you are rich, I'm gonna ?????? young darlin. 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 drive,
boss to proud to make the cars that we drive.
The women don't mind, I've got ample time,
they don't wonder why that they do.

That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.

11.Lincoln Highway Dub
I got a hundred and nintey-six different kinds of oil cans. The electric
toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used
on the Lincoln Highway.

12.Pool Shark (acoustic)
Lying in my plastic bed,
thinking how thinking how things wern't so cool me.
My baby likes to shoot pool,
I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight,
it used to be so cool.
Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe.
Take it away, but I want more and more.
One day I'm gonna loose the war.

13.Cisco Kid
(Raleigh)
That's chapter 1, would you like to have chapter 2? You better you son of
a bitch, I know the way.
(Movie)
Here's adventure, here's romance, here's the famous Robbin Hood of the old
west.
Cisco, the sherif, he's getting closer!
Make way Poncho, vominous.
The Cisco Kid.
(Brad)
Way, way, way back days, the year, 1983.
had to get a job, had to make some mon-ne-ne.
Picked up a pen and a pad, droppes reality.
Never thinking that I would live to see the day I rocked my own CD.
We used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie.
Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way.
My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray."
She most have gone with the boss D.J. Right?
(Don't be too sure of that fat one. Fat one?)
Next thing you know, skinny coming with the 9mm.
'Cuz he who has the money has the authority,
and respect to the man with the oz.
(I'm pritty handy with a six gun myself)
The 808 kit is on my hitlist,
and this beat's cooking like a ??????.
It wasn't hard to do, it so easy.
Because to me loops come naturaly.
Mom's words seem like yesterday. (COUGH)
(What's your name? Cisco Kid.
Si. Poncho's name is, Poncho.)
And now in '94 we got an S.T.P.,
a half pack of smokes, and oh yes, aunt Bea.
A fifteen pack of Old Milwaukee.
A Dalmation and a girlfriend, but I ain't got no mon-ne-ne-ne.
The 808 is within my reach,
sublime beats are comin' straight to rock you.
If you think he didn't get what he deserved,
call 808 kit to get served.
(movie)
There's always some hombre that resist swapin' lead, just to see if their
faster with the six gun than Cisco is.
They'll only find out Cisco is faster.
Well that don't stop 'em from tryin' Poncho, like Slade here, he fancys
himself as fast on the draw as a quart-horse takin' after a stay.
What's the matter? Can't the Cisco Kid talk for himself? Is that how you
got your reputation Cisco, By havin' your partner build you up?
I make no claim to a reputation senior, and no one has to talk for me.
The "Cisco Kid," hehe, the kid part fits you from the way you act.
I've meet with your kind before.
You a folish hombre if you think he will not fight you.
Your making big talk for an hombre who will not fight.
You are wrong Slade, I'll fight you any place, any time. If there is a
good reason.
Well here's a fist full of reasons!
Now you two quit that.
Just as soon as I finish off this Cisco Kid.
You are the one that is you faggot.
Is that a good punch?
Alright you two, that's enough, let him alone Cisco.
I won't forget this Cisco, I'll take this up with you another time.
Any time homber, I'd be glad to accomidate you.
I'll make it soon Cisco.

14.Raleigh Solioquy Pt. II
Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.
You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because
you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all
the rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreem Court, you are not
the fucking Supreem Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten
thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your on
repeate mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a
fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'
thing that you took away from them you mother fucker.
Security Guard: Raleigh.
Raleigh: Yes.
Guard: This is the deal.
Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?
Guard: You either cool it down right now...
Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die!
Guard: ...your outta here.
Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' mother
fucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little
kid? Eh?
Guard: Your gonna go to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.
Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You
better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of
this room or you are gonna go to the psyke ward. This is your last
oppertunity.
Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.
Raleigh: Alright.
Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going
to the spyke ward.
Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke
ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here.
Your cutting into my commercial.
Guard: You understand?
Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' comercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of
here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star
asshole, your just a fuckin' arand boy.
Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever...
Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American!
Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.
Raleigh: Good, Shut Up!
[background laughter]
Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.
Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's
the rules Raleigh.
Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em!
That's what I gonna do.
Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh.
Raleigh: Well you've come in aginst...this is my room.
Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.
Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions
do.
Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude.
Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die!
Guard: Go for it.
Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm
gonna take your arm off.
Guard: Come on. Come on!
Raleigh: I ain't commin, you come.
Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you
cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have.
Raleigh: Try it.
Guard: Your gone dude.
Raleigh: Who's gonna inforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the
cops.
Guard: You got witnesses right now?
Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops
on you, you cocksucker, right now.
Guard: Good.
Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this.
Guard: Good. Come on.
…
Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic
trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to
1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to
get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psyco-tank, for
making my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's
trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of
shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fickin' wall. I hope you
record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And
send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get
'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this.

15.STP
All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
they love her for the kingston sound.

Flava-Flave and I-C-E
once said somthing that made me
want to burn my liquer store down to the ground.
But I just can't leave the pad, cuz I'll surely wind up dead,
cuz i know there out there out there waiting and watching for me.
Still I got my yellow cat and my wooden baseball bat
and my shiny silver gat and if my homey my back then I got

All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
they love her for the kingston sound.

I won't slip, and I won't trip. Send Matt Vargas to regrip.
While I'm wrenchin' on my ride, in that secret pad where we hide,
there's always lots fun stuff to do,
like relax and design a brand new tatoo.
Play with my cross-word puzzle book, I'm even learning how to cook.

Have you seen that whore betty?
Someone said she stole my pritty
And if she made off with my last clean ring,
I'm gonna kill that fuckinest bitch
So what?
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad,
cuz I know your taklin' about me baby, it's hard to live.
Cause I, don't want no money, but no money down
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest pale spot in town I guess.
Take it nice and easy.
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me.

All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
they love her for the kingston sound.

Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet,
only for one night with no repeat.
Baby you wanna leave and never go.
But the taste of honey is worse than none at all.

16.Boss D.J.
There's a steel train comin' through,
I would take it if I could. And I would not lie to you
because Sunday morning soon will come
when things would be much easier to say
upon the microphone like a boss DJ
when I would work upon the sea like it was dry land.
The boss DJ ain't nothin' but a man.

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.

When I spendn' all of my time, but it's just stones and sticks.
'Cause on the microphone is where I go to get my fix.
Just let the lovin' take ahold, 'cause it will if you let it.
I'm funky, not a junky, but I know where to get it.

(Chorus)

Oo-we girl, oo-we girl
There really ain't no time to waist, really ain't no time to hate.
Ain't got no time to waist, time to hate.
Really ain't time to make the time go away.
So mister DJ, don't the music, I wanna know,
Are you feelin' the same way too?
I wanna rock with you girl, oo-girl.
Don't stop.

17.I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub
(these lyrics are kinda fucked up...this track is a pain in da ass...and I'm sure I'm missing a few words...or have some fucked up...oh well, bite me)

see I chose this profession, so there for I earn beer.
and I'm not lying one fucking bit either

we're magicians

what kinda mucic you'll play?

the kind that.....I dunno
ask and you shall will see
regae!!
regae? oh! regae!

I'm not tuned into regae

why not? oh well

cuz I don't like it, thatz why

oh, accualy we play, you know bon jovi?

no
I like jazz and blues, I'm not tuned into rap, I realy don't like the rap
I like oldies, some rock, I even like a little mexican music
don't understand what the shit is saying, but itz good when you're fucked up
now that indian music, now thatz something to trip off of!
because itz like every song is the same

you must be triping pretty hard!

uh huh!
I bet you trip hard!

oh, hez got it going on

yeah yeah

every day I say hello to you

you should get a real one man, that shitz a fucking problem
I never said I thought you were stupid

I don't even have 20 cents

I have I had a 20 cent dollar I'd give it to ya

this guyz got 20 cents I bet you

my wallet's inside

yeah right, come on
yeah come on
you got some cash
we know ya got money

acculy I think I do

give him the fucking quarter

regae? oh regae!!

come on down, come on down

when I heard the verdict I wuz...........?????

I gave him all my money

I know, I have another friend, they beat the shit out of him for no reason
the mother fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public

hez in a mental hospital...and that thing doesn't realy work

you should get a real one man, that thingz fucking problem

whoz this guy?

thatz opie

opie

opiez our fucking mascot

he's our master

master of what?

master of the mother fucker

here ya are have one

he usually doesn't speak like every two weeks

he only speaks about once every two weeks

18.Falling Idols
No words

19.All you Need
Headed out for Austin, now were half way down the road.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Steady staring out the window.
It fells good, it fells 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 shit together in a creative style. We put that shit
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 where halfway out the door.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Staring out the window.
It fells 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 fell 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!

Go to Robbin' the Hood 2 for the rest of the lyrics.

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