Early in the morning, risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
But I got a dalmation and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother____ riot
Life is too short so love the one you got cause you might get 
runover or you might get shot
Never start no static
I just get it off my chest
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest
Take a small example
A tip from me take all of your money and give it up to charity
Lovin's what I got
It's within my reach
And the sublime style's still straight from long beach
It all comes back to you you're gonna get what you deserve
Try and test that you're bound to get served
Love's what I got
Don't start a riot
You feel it when the dance gets hot

love is what igot

I don't cry when my dog runs away
I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay
I don't get angry when my Mom smokes ____, hits 
the bottle and goes back to the ____
____ and fighting it's all the same
Livin' with louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin come back to me

40 oz. to freedom

You've got your hair permed

You've got your red dress on

Screamin'that second gear was such a turn on

And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning's here And you'll be gone before too long

Who taught you those new tricks?

Damn I shouldn't start that talk,

but life is one big question when your starin at the clock

And the answers always waiting at the liqour store,

40 oz to Freedom, so I'll take that walk.

And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back

Ohh not going back God knows not going back

You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,

That I know which way the wind blows 40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good, even though I feel bad

And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back

Ohh not going back God knows I'm not going back.

Ohh not going back God knows I'm not going back.

D.J.s

All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Start talkin trash and we'll come with a smith & wesson A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same, "the stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone" Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right But still I set and lie awake all night All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson Try talkin trash and we'll come with a smith & wesson Enough d.j.s come with enough style but when I bus my lyrics we all Know it's wicked wily. Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right But still I set and lie awake all night You better strap with the gap If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down With the new stylee ,rockin rubadub know as reagee music Gotta come down with some new lyrics It just ain't nothing, it's been a real long time Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right But still I set and lie awake all night Rubadub blender a new mixer I am the one with d.j. with enough flavor Hear the dub and say lord have his grilled cheese. I ain't jamican, but I ain't no freak Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o' tweak And called him ghost rider everytime you see him he fulfill the danger Ain't nothin wrong, ain't nothing right But still I set and lie awake all night Dred gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission To see his pain would be his greatest ambition We will survive in this world of competition To make sure that till the ..is done I won't wait so long For you Stop your messin around Better think of your future Time to straighten right out or you'll wind up in jail

all you need

same in the end

Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
They give it up but they never ask why
Daddy was a rolling, rolling stone he rolled away one day 
and he never came home
It ain't hard to understand this ain't hitler's master plan
What it takes to be a man in my mind and in my brain
I roll it over like a steamin' frieght train
It ain't hard to ascertain
You only see what you want to believe
When you light in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That don't mean I can't hang
But the day that I die will be the day I shut my mouth
And put down my guitar
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
Get down on my knees and start to pray
Pray my itchy rash will go away
Back up y'all it ain't me
Kentucky Fried Chicken is all that I see
It's a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy are gonna have a fist fight
It ain't personal it ain't me
I only hear what you told me to be
I'm a backward ass hillbilly
I'm dick butkiss
You know I lie
I get me an I'm a thief in the dark
I'm a rain machine I'm a triple rectified ass s.o.b
Rec-tite(tm) on my ass
And it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles
My broken heart makes me smile
In my mind in my brain I go back and go completely insane
It ain't personal
It ain't me
If I make you cry I might be your daddy at the end of the night
Take a loadfrom my big gun
You only see what you want to believe
When you creep from the back
You got tricks up my sleeve
24/7 the devils my best friend
Makes no difference it's all the same in the end

The work that we do

Doin' Time