Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, un-definitely,
evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, definitely. The tension, is getting hotter, I'd like to hold her, head underwater, oh
oh, as the livin's easy, on the microphone with ras m.g.
In the dance it's agreed that we'll well qualify to represent the LBC.

[It's 8:05. This is Phyllis in the office.
The Cat is out on the patio, if it jumps one more time,
your butts are in the street. I am sick and tired of your
activities, your cat, and your untruths with me.
I'm gonna call you tomorrow, when your home, and you can explain
some things to me 'cuz I'm tired of your bullshit. Goodnight.]

My place is not a home,
it don't make no difference but I have found,
that I need a place to stay.
I never listen what the landlord man say.
You should've seen the flops in my house.
We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilings.
Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT!"

[they're driving me fucking crazy over here chief,
I gotta get rid of these fruitcakes.]

Hold me and don't let go.
It don't make no difference that your a ho.
Cause I need a place to stay.
A new disease was just the price I paid.
In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed.
That girl is dead to me now and I say ....

(kick ass cuttin' & scratching)

So let the lovin take a hold over me,
Let the lovin take a hold over me.
(Long Beach Posse)
Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'
1992 so lets all start uniting.
Put your hands together be the best you can be,
Let this jam take us to 1993.
Stay positive and the love will come back to me.

I have a secret place inside my mind,
where I keep hidden inspiration you will find.
And when my petty anger goes to my head,
you'll find I'm better off dead.
Oh, and I don't hold the key,
to find out what is killing me, its,
been so long but somehow i just still care,

I am a Romeo, am a Romeo, with no place to go

Sometimes I think you hate me, hang up the phone,
but take a closer look, this hate I feel is my own.
So many times I've loved you, more than myself,
it's time to take that love and put it on the shelf.
Oh, and when I hold you tight,
it makes me want to scream and fight.
Love turned to hate,
some how it's just, how it's just,
how it's just to late.

I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go

Rock the reggae music, cuz it sounds so fine, right!
When I hold you tight, in my arms you are mine,
but in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same,
I know something goin on and I know who's to blame.
Everytime I tell you I'm the real Romeo,
it fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow.
Cuz' something's going on and I think you should know,
so listen to my rhyme, cuz this is how it goes:

In a tight mini short in a short mini skirt,
it feels so wrong and it feels so right.
the more I think about it your a pain in the ass,
I told you many times, this time it's gonna last.
Want the kind of woman who can make me feel right,
not sloppy drunk sex on a Saturday night. cuz,

I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go

Pull up your honey if you gotta one see,
because your down with the style, cuz your down with me. oh,
rig the selector when your on the mixer,
along with Peter Mitchell upon the echo chamber. Two, one,
no they must see but no, they can't test me.
Two, three of them come and say you can't test me.
Because me rock the reggae music in a different stylee.
Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time, because your down with the
band that they call Sublime, right?

Don't take it too slow, don't take me wrong,
me know which way to go, me, me, me all right,
me rock the reggae music day and all night.

The time has come, to reach a new realization 'tween me and you,
time to clear the rumors, sensations, and things that just are not true.

Well I thought I heard you behind me,
with a knife straight for my back.
It's quite clear that I'm back in the swing of the living,
although I might not be on the right track.

Oh, thought I might drown but its hard to keep a good man down
town's where you'll find me, threw some ill guy a hand.
Although I never listen girl, I damn well understand.
And you think, I'm so damn feeble.
I can't see through your lies, your just a crock of shit,
with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise.

Oh, your giving me such a heavy, heavy, heavy load.

You may hold some vision of truth, if truth can be found in a lie.
Maybe some grain of inspiration, for a song that's deep inside.

Oh, tears running down your face,
just screaming "look me in the eye".
Well I'm looking straight at your twisted face,
and it's enough to make me cry.

Oh the path is there for those who want to,
pay the price of loving you,
in more ways than one.
Wrapped around your finger,
but I think my time has come,
but I never can be too sure,
cuz I like to have a little fun.

Stolen from an African land,
and 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
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 stupid dumb
If rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb

If I had a shotgun, 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 word goes unspoken,
the music goes all night.
And it goes:

I want a lover, I can't find the time.
I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme.
I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey.
Now a days as clear as you please,
get strapped with protection or strapped with disease.
Laughter, it's free, any time just, call me.
438-4836 'cuz your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nuff lyrics.
Stolen from an african land,
I was chased out of the bar.
And Ice is my best friend tonite
so don't push me too far.

I 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 believe me I go and bust your lip. Hey.
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb.
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be Sublime.
Listen Bud Gaugh yea he's right on time. Come listen Eric Wilson drop the funky bassline.
Base........Mmmmm.........Come in Bud.
Lord have his grilled cheese.

This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode.
Not like doin' coke and shooting, not like taking a load.
Because I'm one stylee, stand rough and rugged.
I keep my body strong, clean and ....

She takes her time when it's time to get ready.
Always has her way.
Always leaves me waiting by the phone.
She told me more than once to take it slow,
and I said OK.
But lately i've been sleeping all alone.

I'm not breaking up inside,
I'm much to proud to moan.
Baby please come home.

I feel a little lucky so I try to play it cool.
I think she laughs inside.
With the words that burn like fire in my mouth.
Try to be a man like i got the master plan, night out on the town.
Drink and dance and we can turn it out.

Whoa, Maybe it's how your body moves I just don't know,
Maybe it's just the way you move so slow.


(Phone Dialing)

[Hello?]
[Hi it's me]
[I thought I told you not to call me here]
[I know I just really needed to talk to you]
[Get a clue babe, there's nothing to talk about.]

(Click!)

Ask me why I play myself play myself for a fool.
Swear I would do most anything.
Walk a mile to see her smile.
Walk a mile just to rock for a while.
Babe I'm thinking with my ding-a-ling.

Whoa, I've been doing some thinking,
now I just don't know.
Maybe just the way you move so slow.
Maybe cuz you move so slow.
Maybe cuz you move so slow.

But sitting on the verge of tears does not become my 22 years.
You took my shame, and you took my pride,
and now you gonna take me for a slow ride.

but uh, uh. Waiting, waiting on the phone.
Got the words that burn like fire in my mouth.
Come on down reggae style,
wind up your body like a bass line wild,
drink and dance and we can turn it out.

Whooooaaaa, I'm not going crazy but I just don't know,
Maybe cuz you move so slow. (x3)

Raging and swirling,
getting inside,
I feel Like I'm going to Break!

Bright sun sinking low,
I never feel afraid to let emotions show.
Well I did.
Now take a look at me,
I had a close brush before your destiny.

Before I end, and you'll be victims of
my stories, tales, lies, and exaggerations.
I'm gonna
When your living life like a show
you gotta
take a bow to the people you know

I said lie, for me
lying under a process tree
oh engrossing in my brain
feeling like I'm going a little insane.

a little close inside
feels like I'm going INSANE!

Red lights
are sinking low

I grab another beer cuz it's time to go...

I feel my head burst, I head out to your car
And I pray to Jesus Christ, but you won't get too far

I say uh, headlights and uh second gear
I run the road of like and skip the things you fear
I said that you might, that you might find a better way
to justify the evil things that you say

Ah, help me please, ah help me please
because I'm going upon my knees

I said, I said
going down to my knees
I pray to the Lord up above!

Help me,
I'm falling down
feeling now the cold, cold, cold, hard ground

haunting faces, and moving lines
slumber party for tonight

Pound it hard, your gonna pound it again
but please just do not pump up my friend
cuz it seems all right, gonna push him around
but I can't be taken for no clown.

Because,
when I am on the ground I CRY!

wowowowowowo.. Dub Style!

One good thing about music,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.
One good thing about music,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.

So hit me with music.
Hit me with music, now, yeah.
Hit me with music.
Brutalize me with music.
Trenchtown rockers they don't watch that.
Trenchtown rockers give me your Jah.
Trenchtown rockers then watch your children cry.
Cuz' you've got to tell Jah why you're movin'

Kingston town, movin'
Kingston town.

When you grab a hold of me Tell
me that I'll never be set free
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 know the night will never end
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef

Baby your a big blue whale
Grab the reef when all duck diving fails
I swim but wish I never learned
The water's too polluted with germs
I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead
Grab the reef 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

[here they come now, you see that?
yep both of the crews
they look they gonna fight]

We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like Lou in the van, oh yah
This ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the door
It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
I got the microwave got the VCR
I got the duece-duece in the trunk of my car oh yah
If you only knew that all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground.
Your a fool, don't fuck around with my God
All I can see I steal
My folks don't understand
But my mind music from Jamaica
All the love that I found,
pull over there's a reason why my soul is 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 the freeway
Feeling depressed every day
Leaving without making a sound
Pickin up my dog at the pound
Livin in a tweaker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
Acting happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot

[I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S,
Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim, all the windows are
busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner should
at least come down here and see if he can secure his business, if he wants to...]

April 26th, 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 it was the liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin', time to retire
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Next stop we hit, it was the music shop,
It only took one brick to make the window drop
Finally we got our own P.A.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?
(Cuz' as long as I'm alive, I'ma live ill B)
When we returned to the pad to unload 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' room's been much more comfortable
Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It's getting harder, and harder, and harder each and every year
Some kids went in a 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
But not for the white man
But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King
It's this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police
It's about comin' up and stayin' on top
And became 187 on a mother fuckin' cop
It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around

[Any unit, any unit...]
(Homicide, never doing no time)

Give me my share, my share.
Gimme my share, I want it.
Gimme my share, I need it now, I need it now.
My share.
A wicked one who doesn't wanna see me go.
Just gimme my share, I want it. Gimme my share.
But you don't want to give it to me,
you don't wanna see me go.
Gimme my share, I want it, Gimme my share.
But there is a wicked one.

[Units be advised of an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8
Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the CB's
house...they're trying to kill him]

Let it burn
Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn
Wanna wanna let it burn
(I feel insane)
Riots on the streets if Miami
Whoa, riots on the streets of Chicago
On the streets of Long Beach
In San Francisco
Riots on the streets of Kansas City
Tuskaloosa, Alabama
Cleveland, Ohio
Fountainberry, Paramount, Vista Buelle
Eugene, Oregon
Eureka, California
Hesperia
Santa Barbara
mother fuckin' Nevada
San Diego
Lakewood, Florida
fuckin' 29 Palms

You know whats taking place?
Check this out
This is Sublime
I'm Mad Lion for the borderline
This is Sublime
I'm Mad Lion for the borderline hey
Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent the LBC
Me and Louie we're gonna run to the party and dance till the rhythm it gets
harder
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
Me and my girl we got this relationship
I love her so bad but she treats me like shhh
All locked down like a penitentiary
She spreads her lovin all over and when she gets home there's none left for me

Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent the LBC
Me and Louie we're gonna run to the party and dance till the rhythm
it gets harder

When the music hits you shall feel no pain
Take a spiff of sinsemilla make it run through your brain
Me and Sublime we sound 1 - the same
Two lions into the jungle that they just can't tame
So bring all your people
And bring it
You better take your lovin and fling it
You better bring your lovin home
Come and love your maximo
24/7 say me can't sink so low

Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye
Ba da ba bye bye

So take this veil from off my eyes
My burning sun will some day rise
And what am I gonna be doin for a wife
I said I'm gonna play with myself
Show them now we've come off the shelf
Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent the LBC
Me and Louie we're gonna run to the party and dance till the rhythm it gets harder

Evil
Evil
Tension
Tension
Hold her
Water

Evil come to tell you that she's evil most definitely
Evil, ornery scandalous and evil most definitely
The tension is growing hotter I'd like to hold her head underwater
Summertime and the livin's easy
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MG
All the people in the dance will agree that we're well qualified to represent the LBC
Me and Louie everybody run to the party and dance till the rhythm it gets harder