Now a days is clear as you please Strap with protection or struck With disease, 'cause laughter, it's free Anytime just call me 439-0116 When your down with Sublime
live Hard to live, hard to live But I would be up for being down with a ho I've got, I've got mic control Do you got mic control? You notice your style
In school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state, but I know And I know because of KRS-One Yeah, and I know
aire y empieza gritar (Put your ass in the air and start to yell) No tenga miedo, Im your papi (Don't be scared, Im your pimp ) Take your chones, y les
I got so much trouble on my mind That I feel like I'm always sleeping with the enemy But I know the real world always gets the last word In that's why
I swear sometimes your taking me for granted And I swear sometimes that you're a whore And I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cuz everything is
clean rig I'm gonna kill that funky ditch pig So what? Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad 'Cause I know you're talkin' about me, makin' it hard to live
come around our love So why, why, why, why, why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall And I'ma find you And I find you, I'm gonna get your
Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone Your girlfriend said so, I don' really know It don't mean we've fucked around That night last week
Headed out for Austin, now were half way down the road Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by, steady staring out the window It feels good, it fells nice
down to LA Right now she's selling oranges by the freeway I wanna know, Ramona am I the only one? Tell me And she said, "You're not the only one, but your
said "I won't wait so long for you" Oh, oh, yeah, ooh oh Hard to get so much Hmm, stop your messin' around Ah ah, better think of your future Ah ah,
: 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
won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin
, I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig. So what? Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad, cuz I know your talkin' about me baby, makin' it hard to live
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
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
