(Dirty South) (What the, fuck?) Check, uh Ayrtn, why you so certi? (How?) Bruddas know I go ham Bruddah sanders like Bernie (Bernie true, Bernie true) Yes, bitch I'm a dog And I go woof like Bertie (woof) And I got tekkers in the field Bully him like Van Persie (bow) Alternation, I'm swervy (brr) So high tonight in the party (hmm) Losick call this a iCarly (yo) Lookin gorgeous, sippin Bacardi And a bad ting, she tryna get narky (nice) Sad she looks like a barbie Yeah I'm Seke-Wop they call me so gnarly Got a bad ting, she looks like Aaliyah Can't find my weed, my phone or my car keys (woah woah) Bad bitch tryna finesse get swerved on, man better switch lanes (man better switch lanes) Ain't gonna stop til I get some diamond rings and a big chain (ching hmm nice) Yeah I'm Seke Wop, man are so real, man are never gonna change (no way) Man try send for me but I swerve that, man are like Luke Cage (brap brap) (woah woah) And I be swervin the lanes (swerve lanes) Yeah, I been gettin' this dough and doin' these shows, yeah I'm gettin paid (yeah I'm gettin paid) Bad ting doing the split, all up on the dick, I'm goin insane (mwah) Bruddas they always chat shit, until they get hit, with the yoga flame (yoga flame hmm) Man you niggas all lame (bow) But see me I'm tryna get stoned (hmm stoney) I'm so hot like hell, and I shine bright like chrome (wow, wow) You man chillin like snore, like say you niggas go home (in a bit) Medical piff to my lungs, medical piff to the dome (phew) Bruddas know I'm sittin on the throne (true) I flip up the beat, I turn it around, then I compress dat uUh) I'm so fly like a jetpack (true) Came in the rave all jet black (nice) See the price, I might take dat (nice) See a baddie widda fat back (ha nice!) See a baddie I might press dat (hmm) She look nice like snap hat (ay) Bruddas know I got ham Bunning amm in Amsterdam (true ay) Bruddas like it, what a sham, I keep them niggas far from man (no way) Look at the tick on my creps, you know I just pull up and flex (nice, nice) I'm cashin cashin these cheques, I'm comin like I'm Ashbeck (woah, money) Ayrtn, why you so certi? (Like how?) Bruddas know I go ham Bruddah sanders like Bernie (Bernie true, Bernie true) Yes, bitch I'm a dog And I go woof like Bertie (woof) And I got tekkers in the field Bully him like Van Persie (bow) Alternation, I'm swervy (brr)

Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you, That we've seen it all, the lies wont get you. I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rythem common sense I've got the soul. But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall. I'm a find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today. So we fight to get, we fight to get our weary arms to bed. Real love's somthing that I still hope people make there own places to go. And now in '94 were gonna lie some more. In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, Boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, They don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.

Go And I won't make love to you And I feel the love, feel the love, la love Jailhouse gets empty Rudy gets plenty The baton stick gets shorter Rudy gets taller Can't fight against the youth 'Cause we're strong and them are rude, rude people Can't fight against the youth 'Cause we're strong and the rude, rude people Long, baby get now When I was a youth in 1983 It was the best day of my life Had the 89 vision, we didn't fuss or no fight When all the little daughters wanna be my wife "Like A Virgin", it was playin on my guitar, on my guitar I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there When the rhythm playin' I know that I'm gonna be there, yeah Bud Gaugh will be singing there And Eric Wilson will be bangin' up there, yeah Oh, and we'll be all singin' with version, with version Reagge version, version, version, version oh What has been told to the wise and up-rooted Yeah, it's gonna be revealed unto babes, and Sublime Rudy, Rudy, Rudy Can't fight against the youth Right now, them are rude, rude people Can't fight against the resistance Oh, right now, 'em are rude, rude people We gonna rule this land among children We gonna rule this land 'Cause when that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar On my guitar I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there When I was a youth it was the best day It was the best day of my life We had the 89 vision We didn't fuss or no fight When all the little daughters wanna be my wife When that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar On my guitar I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there I had to be there Had to be there Jailhouse gets empty And Rudy gets plenty The baton stick gets shorter Rudy gets taller, taller And fight against the youth 'Cause we're strong, them are rude, rude people Cant fight against the youth