Sublime — 91 Freestyle Live

I feel abused It's house music Reminds me of you I can't stop thinking stuff I feel abused But I know what's real I'll know if my body gets healed To make me DJ in a bad mood I like punk music, the jazz and the blues But the reggae music, never refuse Come on, go! Hear my rubadub, it is written My name is Sublime, Bradley, I'll teach you real quick But no (?) on my head Aight, so Just waitin' for the tide to get low Nights get slow, but they put me in a trance But, it ain't house music, it makes me want to dance I said yes All things, you said you know Like a little hoe But I was here Sorry, but it's time for us to get off the stage, bro This is about it I said, hip-hop rolls, hip-hop rolls And the beggar in the street said, "We can't take it" Hip-hop rolls, hip-hop rolls And the other in the street said, "We can't take it" Rock music, we want rock music (x4) They hope for a Jah in the sky with you Them on a bike ride at 'em, an' you So get your funky jazz band The dance goes in Show them what I mean Budda-by, budda-by, budda-by, we off it Them got enough soul, boy 'Nuff rock and roll, and we got enough So why, boy? Rock and roll, enough rock and roll And we got the soul - woah, woah, woah Alright, you know what we're gonna do, is 'Nuff respect to the man in charge, and the man Scotty, too And the microphone, with us, doesn't know what to do We're gonna bring it down, nice and low Bassline: And now, with the band Rock our mic stands Well, don't you stress, don't you 'fess Don't you stunt my roadman My name a Bradley, gonna rock ya And that's how I lie, I Have the kinda music, never gets old Whole time, I give her the music, not the stage Whole crowd, I make ya get on the dance floor Whole crowd of people (?) They don't want no rub-a-dub this time, don't want no rub-a-dub Bring it down low