311 Lyrics
  • Down
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Chill
    Light on my sight as my ego becomes
    A funky child with some words on my tongue
    Be like intake of breath and my mouth gets loose
    So while I scatter my spit, I dream of juice
    Have you ever made out in dark hallways?
    Displayed a kiss that made your day?
    Or, say, played a track from your record collection?
    It’s your mix, congratulations

    We’ve changed a lot and then some–some
    Know that we have always been down–down
    If I ever didn’t thank you–you
    Then just let me do it now

    (Jump back in)
    I bet you light up when we start the show
    Follow me now very closely cuz I told you so
    You know we glow because we throw sun-rays
    Now we be freaky and we wanna stay (unh)

    We’ve changed a lot and then some–some
    Know that we have always been down–down
    If I ever didn’t thank you–you
    Then just let me do it now

    Lightning strikes, yo, we be in that violent force of light
    Guaranteed to turn it out as bad as Dolemite
    Because we’re dope, kid, change like a chameleon
    And the channel whenever that whack show “Real World” is on
    You know we dazzle like ghetto box boomin’ battles
    Rattle inside your head, feel redeemed like cola bottles
    Fall in love with your teachers on the wax, we are self made
    Check the technique, 311 in LA

    We’ve changed a lot and then some–some
    Know that we have always been down–down
    If I ever didn’t thank you–you
    Then just let me do it now

    Keep my feet on the ground
    Keep my head in the clouds
    Electrified by the sound
    Comes from the down, and

    We’ve changed a lot and then some–some
    Know that we have always been down–down
    If I ever didn’t thank you–you
    Then just let me do it now


    Random
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy
    Go back rocket man into the sky you’ll see
    Hear it all the time, come back rewind
    Aliens are watching up in the sky
    Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy
    Sound boy when you come round
    Sound boy won’t you stay
    No one gonna harm you
    The all want you to play

    I watch the birds of prey that
    Hunt the canyon below my house
    Looking for a meal like a lizard or a mouse
    I wonder if they appreciate the setting like me
    To control your own direction choose to be free
    And i reserve the right to be as trite as i want
    And you can lick but don’t bite
    I toss you here to Vermont
    I kick it lickity split
    And hand it to the man in the tan van
    And as for you and your crew i don’t hate you
    Peace is my priority ‘cuz marley said for sure-ity
    Just what do you think i’m doin’?
    I’m not just here for screwin’
    Yo and if it’s sore take care of it
    Perhaps from too much stucking
    But anytime your aware of it then keep on fucking

    You know we cool
    Hey hey isn’t that random?
    When we come bout people get ready
    Hey hey isn’t that random, gonna freak do it national
    Sound boy gonna rock you
    People rock steady
    Hey hey isn’t that random?

    To be the one who has it all is not that hard
    And i’ll be that type of dude in a funky car
    I dream of a suit that will fit my rhyme
    When i recognize my girl from a former life
    I love it when the only sound that i hear
    Is your infectious laughter
    I will hear you again in 800 years
    If i’m still lucky
    Go north on outpost then take a left on mullholland
    To me that’s where i like it and macapa drive is callin’
    I get up to the sun and then i stretch out
    Beginning to look like summer
    And i’m down with no doubt. (swing)

    CHORUS

    I break a silly peace for offering
    Rap weasel then i’m boffering
    I’d give you an exclusive on my playlist
    The thought and styles i kick are from a random hat pick
    That’s why most radio will never play this tell ‘em again
    Me a rude boy from omaha nebraska
    Sick as a porno flick yet gold as precious laughter
    Many don’t agree but we can’t care about that
    ‘Cuz we’re never gonna wear the old hat, spoken


    Jackolantern’s Weather
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Well i beat a bad rap when i skip a soultrap
    Just trippin’ and laughin’ at the crap
    Dap is what i get the best skins that i hit
    You know we rock the fuckin’ joint and we split
    Singin’ and rhymin’s what i’m better for
    When i describe i’m a scribe with a metaphor
    I use a simile lightly ‘cuz that shits played
    The common way most rhymes are made, ya know
    I rock like this i flow like that
    But all those comparisons are just that
    Kickin’ different styles i’ll be right here
    Today, tomorrow, next week and next year
    I always say what i feel and that is a promise
    Nothing in life is above being honest
    Sauna is cool compared to being on stage
    But that’s how it’s gotta go in the stone age

    The fame in my game i name rapture
    Like a polished rock i’ll make it shine for sure
    Word is that i’ve travelled become unraveled
    I been around the world baby gimme an apple
    I’ll be your boogie man rather than son-of-sam
    What i am is what i am
    Though we don’t have too long to love a day a night
    We only love those who love us right back

    The kid is smart the kid is clever
    Stompin’ in jack-o-lantern’s weather
    Backpack strapped ‘cuz the world is cold
    Headphones pumpin’ don’t ya know
    The kid is smart the kid is clever
    Stompin’ in jack-o-latern’s weather
    Rocks his hood and plays it mellow
    While maple leaves change into yellow

    And oh shit damn honey at it again
    Tryin’ to beat my high score since the age of ten
    See my high score flash on the back glass
    I was malcontented doug in gifted class
    Now heres the deal we came to heal we gonna rock in rio
    Oh no it’s not a joke it’s how we feel
    Put to test like a sugar ray scientist
    I’m always dancing in my sunday best
    I’m betting on my bliss and my path is lit’ see
    The microphone is live and i’m rockin’ my body
    Smooth like reggie miller in an airborne freeze frame
    Funky like the kung-fu that can put you to shame

    CHORUS

    I’m like hey wait a minute
    Give a check on two then i’m ready to begin it
    With a boom boom bap coming outta your trunkies
    Give a fat shout out to the phunk junkeez
    Stricken like a cancer taken chances
    But i love to see the girl windin’ like the belly dancer
    Standin’ up front with a tight stomach showin
    Me on stage singin, flowin
    We just kickin’ it live we just kickin’ it live
    ‘Cuz if you can’t kick it live you gonna die
    ‘Fraid so punk so quit talkin’ junk
    You need a live show like a ball player needs a dunk


    All Mixed Up
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    You’ve got to trust your instinct and let go of regret
    You’ve got to bet on yourself now star
    ‘Cause that’s your best bet
    Watch me now with a wicked and wild and I said
    We come with the funky style
    That gets us known for the show
    And we’ll mix the hip hop reggae if we say it is so
    And fuck the naysayers cause they don’t mean a thing
    ‘Cause this is what style we bring

    Now it’s morning but last night’s on my mind
    There’s something I need to get off my chest
    And no matter what may come to shine
    The dream will always be mine

    All mixed up you don’t know what to do
    Next thing you turn around and find the person is you
    Thought a freak might be the thing
    But the first could be the last so just get off your ass
    All mixed up you don’t know what to do
    Next thing you turn around and find the person is you
    Thought a freak might be the thing
    But you know this will pass so just get off your ass

    You’ve got to trust your instinct and let go of regret
    You’ve got to bet on yourself now star
    ‘Cause that’s your best bet
    Watch me now with a wicked and wild and I said
    Sick sick bit got to have it
    Like bustin’ in on a session but you got to call it quits
    Sick sick bit just can’t quit
    Fact that you don’t even know makes it fully legit

    Now it’s morning but last night’s on my mind
    There’s something I need to get off my chest
    And no matter what will come to shine
    The dream will always be mine

    You keep me coming,
    That is a gal that’ll kill ‘dem stunning,
    Keep me coming,
    That is a gal that’ll kill ‘dem stunning,
    Keep me coming,
    That is a gal that’ll kill ‘dem stunning,
    Keep me coming,
    That is a gal that’ll kill ‘dem stunning,

    You make me nervous throat dry
    My brain is empty don’t know why
    But I saw you doing something
    Which is really truly nothing
    But you could bust me out all day

    Many moons since first I saw you
    Many moons since first we did the do
    Many moons since first I saw you
    Many moons since first we did the do

    And why did I try when I knew it was no and
    Why did I try when I saw it was so
    But save it for late we should just let it skate
    Cause the waiting feel is fine


    Hive
    Music: Sexton/Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Coming like a nightmare word like I’m gonna go for it
    Fuckin’ around what ya got to show for it?
    Let it be know that I’m in the zone
    And whatever I need I just pick up the phone
    ‘Cuz I’m true with it and you’re new with it
    I just swing the thing and then I’m through with it
    I don’t need friends to act like foes
    ‘Cuz I’m Nick Hexum the one who knows
    About things…
    ‘Cuz it takes two and we swings better than you
    Then it’s time for the dub so we roll out the club
    And you know just what I do
    I’m hitting in the freak mode
    Puttin’ on a load sippin’ on a guinny
    Then lo and behold on a vision from bottom to top
    And I just can’t stop
    311 show them the air is rarified
    But you don’t give a damn ‘cuz the groove is hellafied
    Grew up punk, listen to funk
    I’m a hyper type of fella that does not touch junk

    You’re the back of the pack and the bottom of the stack
    That’s what you get when you’re steady talkin’ shit
    Not goin’ for self that shit is on the shelf
    It’s 95 and we go for the hive

    Listen up this you’re gonna bump to this
    And if I’m feelin’ mean I’m gonna clutch my fist
    Now when I say mean, I mean I’m gonna rock it
    You’re gonna find out kid I’m bout to shock it
    When I’m on I’m gone I hear the beat that spawns
    The way we freak it and we kick up a storm
    The day we turn to pop the show will stop
    So feel the beat and get lost now
    Back to part 2 the hard way we play
    Sublime on time to all the fans I’m SA
    And if you don’t know I say check the show
    Do what you got to on the dance floor
    Some say the style is wack but I say fuck that
    Get the hell back and watch us rock the set
    We cast the mold bust it cold explode
    Mega trend-setters known around the globe
    Friends takin’ you where you never been
    We done what we wanted craftin’ poems
    You can rock there is a glow around you
    Lose control holmes just like we do
    Hard to obtain brotha’ what’s my name
    Mad to find unlike ya mamma and your masquerade
    I drive a mach-1 no dashboard Jesus
    I hear voices say that’s Doug Martinez

    You’re all up in my mix like fuckin’ betty crocker
    You think you’re playing me but actually you’re a jocker
    You bad mouth me bitch man you givin me juice
    It aint nothin’ but a party everybody get loose
    Notice what I don’t do when stress steps to me
    Whatever your complaint so sue me
    I say fuck the naysayers and keep goin
    Gotta do what I gotta do to get the people glowin’
    So let everybody gather the more the better
    I represent the traveler him he’s a shredder

    At ease with yourself and don’t try to please me
    I’m just here today then quickly I’m out
    On the town one light I’m a glow worm
    For several hours wiggle jiggle like I’m a huge sperm
    Can’t appreciate a brothers love of funky music
    You think I’m a silly rabbit ‘cuz my style has tricks
    Of the way I feel now I just got to rock
    The music be poppin through me like electric shocks
    I think and blink and I wink but that shits not tiny
    ‘Cuz in a blink of an eyelash you will not find me
    You’re the back of the pack and the bottom of the stack
    That’s what you get when you’re steady talkin’ shit
    Not goin’ for self that shit is on the shelf
    ‘Cuz it’s 95 and we go for the hive


    Guns (are for pussies)
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Here comes the thunder down under
    We’re natural wonders
    Night falls when we leave all you feel is the hunger
    Surprises people of all shapes and sizes
    Dig on the decade and realize it’s all funky
    No matter this rude boy still got that swagger
    My ears have heard all these crews but we’re badder
    Interracial, special, positive beings
    I am i be a cool awakening
    It’s gettin hectic the metrics the body electric
    Everybody in worn out blue jeans or tacky dresses
    This is the city we’ve reached we’ve come to
    Go unrecognized on the corner or make moves
    All the lights are red all the poets dead
    A familiar nightmare appears in my head
    Times are changin’ myself i’m rearrangin’
    Dream eight-thousand-five-twelve blazin’

    Born to act out, born to act out
    Paranoid with a gat
    Born to act out, born to act out
    Think you know where it’s at
    Born to act out, born to act out
    But you’re lookin’ like a sissie
    Born to act out, born to act out
    Guns are for pussies

    I’m not from philly but some say i’m blunt
    That’s just the way i am and i’m not going to front
    And yes i took a trip to find out about the ways of big
    City seedy bars and drugs that make you feel shitty
    Pretty older women in skirts conversation frisky
    Stinking cigarettes and plenty of bourbon whiskey
    Sad classic music on the jukebox of doom
    Hollywood blvd. barfly frolic room
    Tomb of lost souls some beyond salvage
    Some just having fun opening steam valvage
    I was one becoming the other hell bent to discover
    Had to pull up the reigns or else smother
    Take it brother all the way and then you’re scared
    Don’t want to be unprepared
    You’re getting paranoid
    And then guns are shared
    You guys think that you’re hard
    But you’re in fear of being harmed
    I fear no man and i’m unarmed

    Born to act out, born to act out
    Paranoid with a gat
    Born to act out, born to act out
    Think you know where it’s at
    Born to act out, born to act out
    But you’re lookin’ like a sissie
    Born to act out, born to act out
    Guns are for pussies


    Misdirected Hostility
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    I’m not the type to just act like I know
    Puttin on an angle putting on a show
    Speaking on nothing makes you a stunt
    I’ll tell you right here yo I don’t front
    I cross the t’s and skip non-legitimacies
    Or else please
    I cannot handle all the negative vibe merchants
    Is that all you have in you per chance
    So much angst and pain it’s so wack
    You should take a tip from the one Frank Black
    Play some pachinko play some parcheesi
    Cause all the angst shit is just cheesy

    It’s the 311 bliss too smooth for pissed
    Lyrics talkin loud again
    Yeah we are the party men
    Cosmetics that you fretted
    We sport the high aesthetic
    Here go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic
    I am what I am mix some old school jams onto tape cuz the
    Party’s in the crates I scan step into the realm
    What you gonna do
    Get the party people something funky to listen to

    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see

    Body rock pop and lock here’s an example
    Boulevard chrome beats always ampin your temple
    Punks get got in the age of hip hop
    It’s just begun like stolen bikes on the blacktop born to
    sing a lyric
    Immaculately concepted
    No strain in your game if your game is respected
    Come as you are radio star
    Drown out the hatred with a rhyme
    An electric guitar dispatched when rap shattered
    The glass of radio access
    May we turn some soul on their rhythmless dances
    You know the time and they’ll know the scoop
    They’ll say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap group

    Your rhymes have been outmoded
    Your rhymes have been outmoded
    Your rhymes have been outmoded
    Your rhymes have been outmoded

    Your rhymes have been outmoded
    So just quit your belly achin’
    You’re saying that your tortured
    Give me a fuckin break and
    Maybe take out the source
    Of your dispairing what do I mean
    Kick the fuckin heroin
    I speak from experience
    Because I didn’t see clearly once
    Acting like I dunce

    In 1989 I was cocaine and Jim Beam
    But now it’s 95 and I’m ginseng
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
    Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see


    Purpose
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum

    I believe in your purpose baby
    Coming up to the surface and maybe
    I’ll never see you again then again who knows
    Make me quiver hands will shiver
    Still got all the things that i woulda give her
    Yeah, yeah but it’s slow going
    Something’s showing yeah, yeah

    Love is a stream that will find it’s own course
    Making due is a thing a thing i will do no more
    Whenever you come back i’ll be waiting
    Trifling the slack no head gating
    This is all pure fiction you know that’s right
    Just pure fiction that’s all right

    I believe in your purpose baby
    Coming up to the surface and maybe
    I’ll never see you again then again who knows
    Make me quiver hands will shiver
    Still got all the things that i woulda give her
    But it’s slow going something’s showing
    Yeah, yeah


    Loco
    Music: Mahoney; Lyrics: Hexum

    Hey you got to step outside to see what’s going on
    Hey you can’t run and hide when the ‘psybin trip is on
    Not like this have you seen such green
    A spot like this becomes serene
    I’m glad your here i have no fear

    We trip the ‘shrooms fantastic
    And shit gets drastic elbow pull and kick
    We trip the ‘shrooms fantastic
    ‘N shit gets drastic, check it out

    Right now my brain is fragile
    But you seem so agile we’ll make it in tea
    And we’ll see what there is to see

    CHORUS

    Make an instrumental add a little vocal
    Take to the stage and make the people go loco
    Make an instrumental add a little vocal
    Take to the stage and make the people go loco
    Boom boom you got the spinning of the room
    Quite right you got the breaking of the light
    Boom boom you got the spinning of the room
    Quite right you got the breaking of the light
    Ad the sun and the moon and the spinning of the room
    It does to my sight what the prism does to light
    You’re quicker than me ridiculous see
    You come follow me get lobotomy
    You’re quicker than me ridiculous see
    You come follow me get lobotomy

    CHORUS

    Make an instrumental add a little vocal
    Take to the stage and make the people go loco
    Make an instrumental add a little vocal
    Take to the stage and make the people go loco
    Make an instrumental add a little vocal
    Take to the stage and make the people go loco
    Make an instrumental add a little vocal
    Take to the stage and make the people go loco


    Brodels
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Ooh you know we pepper you
    With a sonic assault side step a you
    I cannot think of a better way
    That we could celebrate freedom
    Than make up a set of goals and cold beat ‘em
    See dumb verbal tags like audio spaghetti
    Give a shout to the one they call yeti
    I bet he put the cabash on any foes whatsoever
    Like original brodel Trevor
    Positive vibe merchant grandson of Lord Buckley
    Scottish Ralston shows up if you’re lucky
    Ad Raspler the sweed a friend in deed
    He’s keeping an eye on the other guy’s needs
    These are 311 characters I dubbed everyone
    The story ain’t over but my rhyme is done

    It was the year that I first touched ground
    So I grabbed the microphone and I got down
    Just like James Brown gather round of our sight and sound
    Pound for pound we throw down rather profound
    I’ll put you in another world I can’t hear you
    Like having phone sex with a deaf girl
    No doubt we got the jams that’ll smack ya
    I penned three books of lyrics 2 for action 1 for backup
    ‘Cuz I’m a cold rockin’ brother got transistor tunes
    And it feels real good to get close to you

    The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it’s at
    The brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a cat
    The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter
    To be one who loves to be one who works
    The nazz not something that can be given
    The brodel is inside you it comes from within

    When I feel into the sea
    When the world came and kissed me
    Transformed my shit told the shark I was a dolphin
    Swam quick funny though
    Piranhas chilled and laughed at
    The way that I took off my polka dots on top of that
    The whales know I’m quick watch out
    And I get funky fresh as for the fishes I’m lit luminous
    I’m not nouveau techno I glow like a glacial
    In skin that swims faster than speed
    I am I be dropped out of nothing I will return to nothing
    Rotate my style my rhyme my way magician of a rhythm
    Lover of animals damn I wanna hear ‘em
    Aquatic my way I got soul shape

    Well I’m 6 foot 3 and like Mohammed Ali
    I float like a butterfly and sting like poison ivy
    Drive a 69 lincoln suicide doors
    Around the town I’m slinking fat subs of course
    we’re the greatest show on earth
    You know we turn it out daily
    In and out of town like Barnum and Bailey
    I know that is a simile but I couldn’t resist
    From Solomon Roadie for the PJ’s
    I don’t think he’ll be pissed
    I eat a cobb salad, smoked fish, duck, or clam chowder
    Chill with indica and Guinness
    Steer clear of white powder
    I run into my brother give him a pound and a yodel
    They know my word is bond talkin’ bout the brodels

    The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it’s at
    The brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a cat
    The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter
    To be one who loves to be one who works
    The nazz not something that can be given
    The brodel is inside you it comes from within

    And we’re fresh dude just check my man P
    He said I will not muddle my mind with impertinency
    Lost a lot in vegas plays a lot of Sega
    Saw a phrase that he likes and put it on his leg
    And we’re fresh dude just check my man D he said
    Comin’ in ruff and tuff all systems are tweakin’
    People all over the world they must be thinkin’
    All the shit that we kickin’ our shoes must be stinkin’


    Don’t Stay Home
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum

    Life could slip away in absent minded numbness
    I’m only sayin this ‘cuz I wish for the best
    When you always stay in self-incarceration
    I thinks it’s such a shame

    Don’t stay home this time no don’t stay home
    If he don’t have to he don’t want to
    Don’t stay home this time no don’t say no

    Oh how I’d like to diffuse your time bomb anger
    It’s screaming danger danger this kind of world
    Don’t care if you’re home so you better get some

    Don’t stay home this time no don’t stay home
    If he don’t have to he don’t want to
    Don’t stay home this time no don’t say no

    Everything I’m sayin’ you can dismiss
    Because I sat alone on this past Christmas
    I deserved to be alone
    But I guess I should have gone home

    Hey don’t break the mold kid just eat around it
    Yeah that’s what I did
    I’ll be running around the block
    For no apparent reason
    Somethin’ you’ll catch me doin’ in any season
    Gotta break a sweat man gotta go bust out
    Biddy by by by by
    Good-bye to the drought, yea

    Don’t stay home this time no don’t stay home
    If he don’t have to he don’t want to
    Don’t stay home this time no don’t say no
    Don’t stay home this time no don’t stay home
    If he don’t have to he don’t want to
    Don’t stay home this time no don’t stay home


    DLMD
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Don’t let me down, don’t let me down again
    Don’t let me down, don’t let me down again
    Don’t let me down, don’t let me down again
    Don’t let me down, don’t let me down again

    Swelled up eye’s oh my the girl got beat
    And the stupid mother fucker who made you think so
    That punk is a coward let that be told
    I hear voices in the night that are electric
    He kicks the shit out of her because he’s heartless
    She won’t leave she has low self esteem
    He’s got gravitational pull
    Sucks her body till her heart and her limbs grow cold

    Hang in there use your head
    How can i love you after you’re dead
    Hang in there keep trying
    How can i love you after dying

    Here’s what you got to tell him
    I’m thinking of a picture that’s keeping me in stitch
    You’re causing me a mental glitch
    ‘Cause jealousy is such a bitch
    I hereby emancipate myself from that
    You can consider yourself free to flirt and chat
    With whoever you want
    It should have always been that way
    The way that you flaunt the way that you play
    My mind is blank slate i’m pretending you’re erased
    You cannot let me down when i cannot see your face

    CHORUS

    Ode to a beat up girl, i know you’re out there
    Stronger than you think, stand up if you care
    Get up off the ground, don’t let me down
    Get up off the ground, don’t let me down

    CHORUS

    And you, i’m a let you pass without kicking you’re ass
    Because i’m above it you hurt someone i love
    It takes two to make a thing go right and that’s trite
    But one just to sneak and weasel through the night
    If you hurt her again i’ll fuck you up
    If you hurt her again i’ll fuck you up, fuck you up
    If you hurt her again i’ll fuck you up
    If you hurt her again i’ll fuck you up, fuck you up


    Sweet
    Music: Mahoney; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Take a chance on something star you gotta
    All the live long day
    If i had to name one thing would data
    Be hard pressed to say
    You can say that i’m gushy
    At least you know what i think
    I know that i’m lucky i know you’re on the brink
    You got it good good good you got it good so good
    You make up ridiculous words
    Which mean exactly nothing
    I know just what you mean and that’s the funny thing
    It’s understood it’s understood

    Buddy buddy buddy i know why you wander
    Through the sweetness on the ground
    The sweetness of the flowers
    You make your way on a cloudy day
    You’ve got to move
    The world you prove is too sweet yeah

    We parted much too soon i know but that’s how it goes
    There’s someone better out there for you and me
    Can’t wait to get on the road and feel the shows
    And be like phenomenon 1 and 2 and 3
    I don’t mean to brag and i don’t mean to boast
    But i’m the guy could that give you the most
    It’s good good good it’s understood

    CHORUS


    T & P Combo
    Music: Mahoney/Wills; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    People sing about the coming of spring
    But what is comin’ down around it’s snow or it’s rain
    It’s insane and i’m still in the same gang
    The way the weather act’s it’s a shame ok
    Badder behavior in our shit is flavor
    Grandiose endeavors yes the quest is greater
    Make no mistake i know the time and i wake
    I slip only when p-nut gets me baked from that shake

    Yeah you can’t fuck with this
    You’re walter middy don’t take it as a dis
    But the fantasy has got to end this minute
    I had a fucking dream and yo now i’m in it
    I’ve been at many function but i know i’m about the function
    If someone brings you down keep punching
    We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid
    But where we at now – solid

    I concur time it slurs and it blurs
    The vision like a drug and yo it’s the word
    How absurd deliver us from nerds
    And funky 40 oz glass littered curbs
    Soon the church pitted bell will clang
    Boys on the corner mack with slang play a dice game
    When i walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
    Your street time is limited ‘cuz this band rocks it
    Take your whole crew put ‘em all in your pocket
    If your feelin’ sick rub it on with vicks
    ‘N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix
    Your street time is limited ‘cuz this band rocks it
    Take your whole crew put ‘em all in your pocket
    If your feelin’ sick we got the elixir
    Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer

    Late night radio players late night airwave invaders
    Yeah we got the force late night radio
    Zooma zooma zooma yeah we got the boom
    Blowin’ up the spot so so give us room
    We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical
    When we take the stage see a miracle
    I realize today nothing is more vestigial
    Than the young space walkin’ individual
    For years and years bubbling up with soul power
    To detonate this planet or reach another

    Yeah we take it up a notch
    We diggin’ the shit so deep like ralston digs scotch
    Botch this and i’ll regret it no that’s not what i’m saying
    Remember this instead i’m staying
    We played in a little house where conditions got squalid
    But where we at now – solid

    We hauled a van with a rv that was a bad call
    It all went up in flames but i haven’t seen it all
    Homey steps to me and say hey where ya goin’
    Oh just headin’ back to where i done my growin’
    If you must go somewhere over the rainbow
    The adventures of a cosmic hero
    From planet to planet my tags a crater
    If you’re not in the future you’re not here either
    Labeled psychedelic we can play disco
    When the going gets weird you know the weird turn pro
    Your street time is limited ‘cuz this band rocks it
    Take your whole crew put ‘em all in your pocket
    If your feelin’ sick rub it on with vicks
    ‘N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix
    Your street time is limited ‘cuz this band rocks it
    Take your whole crew put ‘em all in your pocket
    If your feelin’ sick we got the elixir
    Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer
    Late night radio players late night airwave invaders
    Yeah we got the force late night radio