Outside Written By: Hexum/Sexton/Mahoney/Martinez

Sunshines Are you outside I am a simpleton by choice not speaking to hear my voice Sunshines Why are you sleeping Gotta get outside Cover the ground on foot Not hithing arounf your spur Over the river and trough the woods I've come this far to bring in the goods I get high, even when I don't try Let 'em pass by with a wink to the eye I reserve the right to be stoned I reserve the right to take it to collect them sums I have the right Don't try to be, there's really no point in you biting me I'm glad to see that it's easy for me to be an MC Let me tell you a little story Like my dog Bobby, he hated the poopl man So I tried to play Kotter and make things coll And I said just let him smell you, hold out your hand He reached it on out, and then bam He bit him, he bit him so fuckin' hard Blood was steady gushin' all over my back yard I kept apologizin', I felt so fuckin' bad The dude was so cool, he didn't even get mad He said man don't sweat it, that's the dog's meaning Took some Neosporin and went bak to his cleaning Thought I had a dream or else it was a movie Your mind can have a joint easy like jungle boogie $600 freebie and I gots my job Would you mind come but I gots my dog Come you can foam the water with the bone I wanna tell my mom, ring her on the phone Cherry popsicle, icy, cold, freezing Loves on his gums now that he is teething Got a wee-wee pass, lay them by the door Nasty Little shits he dropped them on the floor Sunshines Are you outside I am a simpleton by choice Not speaking to hear my voice Sunshines Why are you sleeping Gotta get outside * Thanks to Paul Barstad

Who's Got The Herb? Written By: Paul Hudson/Earl Hudson/David Byers

Who's Got the Herb 2 for 1, 5 for 4, half ounces Quarter pounds, LB's and kilos What are we looking for Sinsemilla What are we hoping for What are we hoping for Sinsemilla Who's got the herb is what the young boys ask me Who's got the herb and then elders tell me Who's got the herb is what the young girls ask me Whos' got the herb not thee dread-locks Skunk, bud, indica Sativa, my reefer, la arriba Skunk, bud, indica Sativa, my reefer, la arriba When we roll a big one it feels so right When we smoke it in our bong it feels so nice Whos' got the herb is what the young boys ask me Who's got the herb and then the elders tell me Who's got the herb is what the young girls ask me Who's get the herb not thee dread-locks Who's got the herb Who's got the herb Who's got the herb Who's got the herb What I'm talkin' 'bout Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca From a coppa yes I'm tellin' you Cramacaca cayaca die shocka fryaca From a coppa What are we looking for Sinsemilla What are we hoping for Sinsemilla Here we go! Skunk, bud, indica Sativa, my reefer, my reefer Who's got it Who's got the herb Who's got it Who's got the herb 311 whoa Who's got the herb 311's got the herb and you can't avoid that and ya do want your hands with a fat blunt sack chill with indica and guiness, steer clear of white powder kick it you sing it in a space, go out to play it louder Plague my brain with no cocaine I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane Roll up the bones if you can affix a word to smoke it except for you're doomed in the morning if you bake the hills Oh and I get up to the sun and then I smoke out It's begining to smell like Mota and I'm high with no doubt, sing Plague my brain with no cocaine I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane Every country 'round the world the people smoke up herb prohibition is absurd the people want it. * Thanks to Paul Barstad and Matthew Smith for correction.

Tribute Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

This one is dedicated to the excitable ones Not the possums playing dead messing with my head "X" amount of action, "X" amount of games For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo that I'm seein every single night I'm out Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted right back Lip split and, I messed up but I got back tryin' Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment But the fun in the hunt so quit actin' on a front You're unmotivaded You're sorta faded But the remedy is not so get on with what you got Remember "Lady of Guadelupe" The times my mother made mole After mass we would get home The girls running to the phone And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player Was "We're in this love together" At the time I never realized how songs haunted The ones that I heard I played because I wanted Drawing on my wall from time to time coolin' Making creatures come alive with no schoolin' When I'm on the microphone The method that I make is much patience The method that I make is much patience I wait for the beat and then I make sense I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue I'm comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude Boy actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy I tell ya this is a tribute No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones But then again there's no one has as much fun "X" amount of action, "X" amount of games For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes He would never bet on a longshot Never bet on a break and He's condescending and talks gossip galore But the dude was definitely such a bore Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front Yeah, unmotivated you're sort faded But the real man is not The one hiding behind the gunshot, boom! Time travelin' through my memory There's a younger doug gazin' at the galaxy Space trippin' vato of the stars Searchin' for UFO's from Neptune and Mars Ode to an alien I know you're out there Cosmic lonely heart tell me if you care I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground When I'm on the microphone The method that I make is much patience The method that I make is much patience I wait for the beat and then I make sense I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue I'm comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude Boy actin' coy you got nuts liek Almond Joy I tell ya this is a tribute I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the best Cause fly on by, you can if you want The method that makes sense is patience Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment * Thanks to Adam Raspler, and Joan O'Reilly

Let The Cards Fall Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum

Let the cards fall Let the cards fall where they may All I can do all I can say Gotta move to trust my instincts and surrender Let my song sing itself I am they who admit what they don't know All my friends excitable they'll tell you so So let the cards fall and fall where they may In checkin' on our conviction dick We run from the shit our own way So what you will so what you wish Follow your bliss on everyday Never ask for an advantage Let the cards fall where they may So let the cards fall And fall where they please Ask me while we're at it I do it with ease Taking up space is the people Who wish to hold you back But in reality the majority Really don't give jack * Thanks to Adam Raspler, and Joan O'Reilly

GAP Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

Purified sounds brush 'em on like paint Teenage dream to work with Ron Saint Home he ain't, we layin' tracks in cali The dude is excitable as a pep rally Since the days of The Eds Grew up westside keeping it real Got nothing to hide Now we are a number there is none greater Take me out sound king yo peace see ya later Let's step out tonight, all night The groove is soothin' Let's step out tonight, alright It's a fellow feelin' With my friends, once again Grape Vess soda pop licorice stick Aunt Mary's summertime backyard picnic "Did you dring my beer Doug?" Yeah I did it Don't tell me to bring you a beer if you think I won't sip it Swingin' on swingin' on jungle gym sets Daddy talkin' bout the horses he bet When I got home my friends phoned Hey holmes Let's step out tonight, all night The groove is doothin' Let's step out tonight, alright It's a fellow feelin' With my friends, once again Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dish Let's step out tonight, all night The groove is soothin' Let's step out tonight, alright It's a feelin' With my friends, once again * Thanks to Adam Raspler, and Joan O'Reilly

Firewater Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

Talkin shit like shut up and listen to me Because cutting through the crap is my speciality Like a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of lead You're trying to figure out the last thing I said I'm a redwood I love to be a tree yes I'm a druid My words are flowing out like a fluid Never give in never conform I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet form Dead leaves on the trees in spring Can't hear the birds sing A light powdered snow on the ground is glistening Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver While I doze I suppose I could get lost With a brownskin friend claiming kin to crazy horse I stink of vino my greasy clothes are rancid but I tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kid Fire water call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Fire water the world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture Fire water call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Fire water the world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth I'm rather liquored light flickers I got the shakes and jitters I roll I'm like raging bull bumrushin' the show Hand to my head sway in the fire I've waded into All alone except for the whiskey voices Whores laught neon signs flash other choices I stagger stumble to toast the past while I mumble Slur my song slow porno show marquee words crumble Fire water call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Fire water the world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture Fire water call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Fire water the world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture You're hangin' around the house with all your friends Steady drinking smoking the green weed And head is sort of blinking You're going with the flow And everybody is getting plowed The voices and the music and the noise is getting loud You got a heavy buzz on when seven o'clock rolls around So you piule inside the clunker start heading downtown Only nineteen but you know where you can get it So you slide inside the bar and everything is hitting By about eleven o'clock your brain is near dead You really can't remember who was the one that said Let's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck He's got a thirty dollar white powder pick me up Ten minutes later the whole vibe had changed You try for conversation But you know you're acting strange Your eyes are wide open but your smile is gone You just keep fiending 'til the fucking break of dawn Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver While I doze I suppose * Thanks to Adam Raspler, and Joan O'Reilly

White Man In Hammersmith Palais Music: ?; Lyrics: ?

Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say There's many black ears here to listen But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right Charging from the bass knives to the treble But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack 'Cos it won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons White youth, black youth Better find another solution Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution Punk rockers in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny Turning rebellion into money All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais Just lookin' for fun I'm only Looking for fun

Dancehall Music: ?; Lyrics: ?

You could lose your mind Easier than you would like to think Your best friend could up and leave you Playing tricks and cold deceive you Standing there people stare Let down by your own mind Day of appreciation For ways your mind has not yet let you down The truth is that we will all go Maybe five minutes after the show You know you are a shooting star A blazing flash then gone (Chorus x2) Are we advancing or a collapsing Visionary Are we really here Are we imaginary As my thoughts separates Into the many frayed parts Torn shattered bits My mind falling apart What if there was such a thing What if there’s such a thing called dependence day There’s no self congratulation Just a day of appreciation Quietly humbly For things that have not gone wrong Imagine the frustration Of losing bearing of the simplest thing So come with your best and do your worst before You can’t remember what you came for (Chorus) Blazing out the mains Hungry flames consume all that I see (Chorus x2)

Bomb The Town Music: ?; Lyrics: ?

When I go back to places where we were I see the path of affectation It's easy to get back to a blur Of countless inspired revelations Ah Yeah We're futuristic and we're on the way so now go into a quiet meditative state invoke the 13th ray the vibration it'll give you a transformation and will serve as initiation First you gotta break with drastic measures Then confusion gives way to flash of light That moment is the thing I'll always treasure Mediocrity should never get it right but they might In the genesis of the solar mind amid the fractals and the combinations of the signs it's not hard to find patterns that flow bright and the bluest light now enhanced with your crystal sight Never forget it will be wicked get your ticket bomb the town with a sound shakes the ground everybody Never forget it will be wicked get your ticket bomb the town with a sound shakes the ground everybody get down A mighty stupid set of currents To swim through around me now A bigger task to hold location Then to swim upstream some how The art of remaining free Is a skill upon itself these days The overflowing things for you to see Others talk you out of doing your way Ye-ah You've established some telepathy and tech-remote viewing so you're all-knowing right answer me how the future will be is it the end or just the beginning follow me First you gotta break with drastic measure Then confusion gives way to flash of light Next your gonna find blissful pleasure In a freedom reigning through blissful foresight Ye-ah Do it smoothly feel the love let it soothe thee send ya to bliss with all the wisdom of the sweetest kiss world that you know sacred temple is what you're given receive the medicine Never forget it will be wicked get your ticket bomb the town with a sound shakes the ground everybody Never forget it will be wicked get your ticket bomb the town with a sound shakes the ground everybody get down A mighty stupid set of currents To swim through around me now A bigger task to hold location Then to swim upstream some how Never forget it will be wicked get your ticket bomb the town with a sound shakes the ground everybody

We Do It Like This Music: ?; Lyrics: ?

Now look out Whatcha say It’s time to kick the basics Flowing and knowing it’s in your faces Sounds good we’re trading up places When we fuck it daily I see something that sails me From here to infinity it nails me To the groove til the suckas improve On there so called grooves That a just don’t move A million ways to fuck it up and one to get it right To the best of modern man that keep movin through the night Makin funky rhymes in a permanent bliss SA and Nicholas and we do it like this We work it on out saw something you missed SA and Nicholas and we do it like this People busy mulling over the worst case scenario I just wind it up and let it go I don’t dis people I dis ideas And when I say dis I mean disagree Then we go to the studio and re-up Some new tunes and we make some new dubs That’s where we grow the gems the pearls Take a trip to find there's another world Makin funky rhymes in a permanent bliss SA and Nicholas and we do it like this We work it on out saw something you missed SA and Nicholas and we do it like this A battle against time to make use of your minds To hook up your drum beats with my fresh rhyme To make the best use of our strings and things All cylinders go motherfucker we ring (repeat) We put that shit on the map For everyone to see it son, there it is Now we come what you see we be it no comparative We can make up a word when just nothin else will fit Then we break it on down that’s it