Second Hand Smoke

1. Doin' Time
2. Get Out! (Remix)
3. Romeo
4. New Realization
5. Don't Push
6. Slow Ride
7. Chick on my Tip
8. Had a Dat
9. Trenchtown Rock
10. Badfish
11. Drunk Drivin'
12. Saw Red
13. Garbage Grove
14. April 29th 1992 (leary)
15. Superstar Punani
16. Legal Dub
17. What's really goin' wrong
18. Doin' Time
19. Thanx Dub



Doin' Time (uptown dub) 
Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, un-definately, evil,
ornery,
scandalous and evil, definately. The tension, is getting hotter, I'd
like to
hold her, head underwater, ohoh, 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. (((microphone control... da da-da-da-da da...))) 
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Get Out! (remix) 
[It's 8:05. This is Phillus 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
tomarrow,
when your home, and you can explainsome 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 ....<<>>So let the lovin take a hold over me,Let the lovin
take a
hold over me.(Long Beach Possie) 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.But some jealous punk, snuck up around the back,tried to take the
lovin'
over me.Oh, I got into a fist fight and wound up in jail all night. 
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Romeo 
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' somthings 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 cant 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 alright, 
me rock the reggae music day and all night.

Makes you wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes you wanna explode,
sometimes it makes you wanna explode.
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New Realization 
The time has come, to reach a new realization 'tween me and you, time
to clear
the rumors, sensations, and things that just are untrue.Well I thought
I heard
you behind me, with a knife stright for my back.It's quite clear that
I'm back
in the swing of living, although I might not be on the right track.Oh,
thought
I might drown but its hard to be givin'. Downtown's wheres you'll find
me, do
some and got 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, you'r
just a
crock of shit, with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise. Oh,
don't give
me such a heavy, heavy, heavy load. You may hold some vision of truth,
if
truth can found in a lie. Maybe some grain of inspiration, for song
thats 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, I payed 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.Oh, what fun it would be to blow my mind and
fall
into the sun. A mind is a precious thing to taste. 
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Don't Push 
Stolen from an African land, and chased out with a knife.With a face
like Bob
Marley, and a mouth like a motor bikeOh well the bars are always open,
and the
time is always right.And if God's good word goes unspoken, the music
goes all
nightAnd it goes...If i was Bob Marley I said could you be lovedIf I
was half
pint I'd ball lord up aboveIf I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fightIf I
was a
Boomtown Rat I would be stayin up all nightIF I was the king Ad-Rock i
would
get stupid dumbIf rythmes were valiums I'd be comfortably numbIf 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
rythme.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
straped
with protection or straped with disease.Laughter, it's free, any time
just,
call me.438-4836 'cuz your down with Sublime you getfunky fresh lyrics,
you
get nuff lurics. 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 moutain, it hard to climb.Rougher the rythm, 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 rythem make you wanna explode.Not like
doin'
coke and shooting, not like taking a load.Beacause I'm one stylee,
stand rough
and rugged.I keep my body strong, clean and ....People wanna come up
and they
want tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensiSomthing sumthing
sumthin..... 
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Slow Ride 
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 dont know,Maybe cuz
you move
so slow. (x3)Like love,move nice and low.Slowride! (x3) 
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Chick on my Tip 
She wears a tight skirt but it won't rip or tear.When I went out with
her she
had extensions in her hair.She got style and she got the cat
moves.You're
gonna keep the beat fun because she's coming after you.I ain't high I
won't
loseI might be lookin for attention but I'm just not gunna loseIt's
Friday
night and there's going to be another chick on my tipBut it won't be you
baby.Got one more trick up my sleeveOne more thing to say to you before
I
leave.Yo girl you don't mean a thing to me and if you thought you ever
did you
were high on things..But I'm not lying gunna lose a Goddamn thing
tonightI
said Friday night there's going to be another chick on my tipBut it
won't be
you baby.Oh if you change your ways I would lay down any time with
you... with
youBut I fear one more slip and this will go rightBut I'm not ready to
say
goodbyeBecause first I got a couple of tailsI'm gunna kick it on down
your
butthole. High, low.Run for attention but I just can't loseFriday night
theres
going to be another chick on my tipBut it won't be me but, ohOh if you
change
your ways I would lay down anytime with her... with herGot one my, my,
my I
know we had a couple of times. But I'm ready to go I'm gunna kick it on
down
your butthole. High, low.I'm not high on booze I'm on a run for
attention but
I just can't loseFriday night theres going to be another slip on my
dick but
it won't be meBut oh, oh, if you'll change your waysI would lay down
anytime
with herWith her.... 
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Had A Dat 
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 ofmy stories, tales, lies, and exaggerations.I'm gonnaWhen your
living
life like a showyou gottatake a bow to the people you knowI said lie,
for me
lying under a process treeoh engrossing in my brainfeeling like I'm
going a
little insane.a little close insidefeels like I'm going INSANE!Red
lightsare
sinking lowI grab another beer cuz it's time to go...I feel my head
burst, I
head out to your carAnd I pray to Jesus Christ, but you won't get too
farI say
uh, headlights and uh second gearI run the road of like and skip the
things
you fear I said that you might, that you might find a better wayto
justify the
evil things that you sayAh, help me please, ah help me pleasebecause
I'm going
upon my kneesI said, I saidgoing down to my kneesI pray to the Lord up
above!Help me, I'm falling downfeeling now the cold, cold, cold, hard
groundhaunting faces, and moving linesslumber party for tonightPound it
hard,
your gonna pound it again but please just do not pump up my friendcuz
it seems
alright, gonna push him aroundbut I can't be taken for no
clown.Because,when I
am on the ground I CRY! wowowowowowo.. Dub Style!oh, cool and eazyoh
nocool
and easyto the sweet reggae musicoh nofeels alright to sweet reggae
musicfeels
alrightsweet reggae music.... 
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Trenchtown Rock 
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.Trehchtown
rockers then watch your children cry.Cuz' you've got to tell Jah why
you're
movin'Kingston town, movin'Kingston town.One little thing I've found,is
that
you can't fool Jah, I know.Cuz there moving, yes I'm moving.I said one
good
thing, one good thing,when it hits you you feel no pain.One good thing
about
music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. 
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Badfish 
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 boose 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
reefBaby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails
I swim
but wish I nevered 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 reefAin'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 
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Drunk Drivin' 
Drunk driving is what I like to do. I like drunk driving with you. 
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Saw Red 
(Gwen)Every day I love him a little bit more,a litle bit more, a little
bit
more.Every day I love him just a little bit more,and he loves me the
same.(Brad) Every day I love her a little bit more,a little bit more, a
little
bit more, Every day I love her just a little bit more,and she loves me
the
same.(both)Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off.It makes
no sence
at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I
shot
dead.(Brad)Every day I wake up, just a little bit more,feelin' like a
dog in
the yard because it's just how we are.(Gwen)And every day I wonder if
it's
over, when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the
wall.(Brad)You
say it's black but I just can't believe you.(Gwen)And if I say it's
white say
I'm just trying to decieve you.(Brad)And baby, I'm aware of the high
and the
low,and I'll be waithing in the middle, but I just lack
control.(both)Baby if
ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high.It makes no sence at all, I
saw
red. I saw red.One more secret lover that I shot dead.(Brad)Girls don't
go
crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when themen use
you.(Gwen)Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel alright,It's
your
own life. 
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Garbage Grove 
[here they come now, you see that?yep both of the crewsthey look they
gonna
fight]We took this trip to garden groveIt smelt like Lou in the van, oh
yahThis ain't no funky reggae party $5 at the doorIt gets so real
sometimes,
who wrote my rhymeI got the microwave got the VCRI got the duece-duece
in the
trunk of my car oh yahIf you only knew that all the love that I
foundIt's hard
to keep my soul on the ground.Your a fool, don't fuck around with my
GodAll I
can see I stealMy folks don't understandBut my mind music from
JamaicaAll the
love that I found, pull over there's a reason why my soul is
unsoundIt's you
it's that shit stuck under my shoeIt's that smell inside the vanIt's my
bed
sheet covered with sandSitting through a shitty bandGetting dog shit on
my
handsGetting hassled by the manWaking up to an alarmSticking needles in
your
armPicking up trash on the freewayFeeling depressed every dayLeaving
without
making a soundPickin up my dog at the poundLivin in a tweeker padGetting
yelled at by my dadActing happy when I'm notFinding roaches in the
potAll
these things I do,They're waiting for you. 
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April 29th 1992 
[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 Aneheim, all the windows
arebusted
out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner shouldat
least come
down here and see if he can secure his business, if he wantsto...]April
26th,
1992 There was a riot on the streets Tell me where were you?You were
sittin'
home watchin' your TVWhile I was paticipating in some anarchyFirst spot
we hit
it was the liqour storeI finally got all that alcohol I can't
affordWith red
lights flashin', time to retireAnd then we turned that liquor store
into a
structure fireNext stop we hit, it was the music shop,It only took one
brick
to make the window dropFinally 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 everythingIt dawned on me
that I
need new home furnishingsSo once again we filled the van until it was
full
Since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortableCause
everybody in
the hood has had it up to hereIt'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 PampersThey said it was for the black man
They
said it was for the mexicanBut not for the white manBut if you look at
the
streets, it wasn't about Rodney KingIt's this fucked-up situation and
these
fucked-up policeIt's about comin' up and stayin' on topAnd became 187
on a
mother fuckin' copIt's ain't in the paper, it's on the wallNational
guardSmoke
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 dosent 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,
9-3-8Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the
CB'shouse...they're trying to kill him]Let it burnWanna let it burn,
wanna let
it burnWanna wanna let it burn(I feel insane)Riots on the streets if
MiamiWhoa, riots on the streets of ChicagoOn the streets of Long
BeachIn San
FransicoRiots on the streets of Kansas CityTuskaloosa, Alabama
Cleveland,
OhioFountainberry, Paramount, Vista BuelleEugene, OregonEureeka,
CaliforniaHesperiaSanta Barbaramother fuckin' NevadaSan DiegoLakewood,
Florida
fuckin' 29 Palms[Need a unit to... structure fire and numerous subjects
looting] [10-15 to get rid of this looter] 
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Superstar Punani 
So tell me if you really wanna be a superstarBut fiesta on the mike and
will
surely take you farYou made that drop on the 24 tracksWe mix it all
down then
we put on waxBeginning is hyped when you playin in the barsA bottomless
pit
where you make loose and farTake away your privacy and take your
guitarThen
take your woman and impound your carMy beginning of wisdom I won't take
you
too farFirst you gotta sell your soul to be a superstarBaby if you got
it
forget about that Your money don't concern you that's a natural
factShut up
your mouth before you get knocked downWe're gonna listen to your voice
upon
the speaker boxFirst you get a manager but what does he doI'll be the
first to
tell you baby that I don't have a clueWe're gunna make a phony image
for the
MTVHear it on the radio say damn that's meWhenever I get over on a 3
peice
hogJesus and her mom are gonna break your armPut your ass in the john
to be a
superstarI realize sometimes I feel old designOh your reknown position
and you
just can't hideRuff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruffAll over the world you
gotta take
that tripAnd then you never thought you'd see the day you'd act like
thisYour
rep is getting bigger than a B-52And then it goes around the world
before it
gets back to youHey our love has started can you believeBefore your
eyes this
shit just come back to meOh my God I take a rest on the sideSo long so
long so
long so long I'll see yaOh my God if I'd a let my ownI'd take it turn
around
and place it homeI realize sometimes I feel old designOh your reknown
position
and you just can't hideWoah it's the positionI just can't hideBoWhatcha
want
whatcha needGive it a bunch of mine and you just can't missYour love
feels
like thisSome people love get your shit like thisWell if you love wad
up your
love punani punaniWoah if you love me punani punaniOh my GodFree yeah
free oh
oh oh heyWant the dogs? Let em go. Let em 
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Legal Dub 
Legalize it, don't criticize it.Legalize it, and I will advertize it. 
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What's Really Goin' Wrong 
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Doin' Time (eerie splendor remix) 
You know whats taking place?Check this outThis is SublimeI'm Mad Lion
for the
borderlineThis is SublimeI'm Mad Lion for the borderline heySummertime
and the
livin's easyBradley's on the microphone with Ras-MGAll the people in
the dance
will agree that we're well qualified torepresentthe LBCMe and Louie
we're
gunna run to the party and dance till the rhythm itgetsharderBa da ba
bye
byeBa da ba bye byeMe and my girl we got this relationshipI love her so
bad
but she treats me like shhhAll locked down like a penitentiaryShe
spreads her
lovin all over and when she gets home there's none leftfor meSummertime
and
the livin's easy Bradley's on the microphone with Ras-MGAll the people
in the
dance will agree that we're well qualified torepresentthe LBCMe and
Louie
we're gunna run to the party and dance till the rhythm itgetsharderWhen
the
music hits you shall feel no painTake a spliff of sensemillia make it
run
through your brainMe and Sublime we sound 1 - the sameTwo lions into the
jungle that they just can't tameSo bring all your peopleAnd bring itYou
better
take your lovin and fling itYou better bring your lovin homeCome and
love your
maximo24/7 say me can't sink so lowBa da ba bye byeBa da ba bye byeBa
da ba
bye byeBa da ba bye byeSo take this veil from off my eyesMy burning sun
will
some day riseAnd what am I gunna be doin for a wifeI said I'm gunna
play with
myselfShow them now we've come off the shelf Summertime and the livin's
easyBradley's on the microphone with Ras-MGAll the people in the dance
will
agree that we're well qualified torepresentthe LBCMe and Louie we're
gunna run
to the party and dance till the rhythm itgetsharder
EvilEvilTensionTensionHold
herWaterEvil come to tell you that she's evil most definitelyEvil, ornry
scandalous and evil most definitelyThe tension is growing hotter I'd
like to
hold her head underwaterSummertime and the livin's easy Bradley's on the
microphone with Ras-MGAll the people in the dance will agree that we're
well
qualified torepresentthe LBCMe and Louie everybody run to the party and
dance
till the rhythm it getsharderThis is SublimeHeyThis is Sublime I'm a
lion 
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Thanks Dub 
(instrumental) 
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