311 - Salsa lyrics
[311 - Salsa lyrics]
We were born in the seventies
The rippin and rhyming and brethren see
We’re filling taste great
In the old school I was eight
Fot the new school I was late
But in high school I was debate
I rate in the great state of California
I’m warning ya je vais a la plage parce
Que le guignol est chouette!
I kick nonsense in French
Tasty like Crepe Suzette
I bet you’re feeling famished
For a 311 sandwich
Not the wack DJ’s that I’m a damage
I like a beat that’s unique and
I like my head zooming
And in my Continental you
Know that shit’s booming
With the diamond in the back suicide doors
You can look from here to eternity
And never receive your morsel
Another tale of ordinary madness
The girl who gave you her sex
I heard was homeless say
All I really wanna is to feel nirvana
Won’t you take me tonight and
We just might find
A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
Your tongue lickin’ up my tongue
Your radio pickin’ up a smokey jazz love song
Madness becomes you even though your
Livin’ life it’s hard to
Exist if you’re tempted
By flesh you wanna bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
A dancer dancin’ at a club the Hereafter
Who can’t really dance but
That doesn’t really matter
And she won’t hear applause
Cus your drunk and lost all light is gone
Your arms spread like a cross
And you’re dreaming that the world
Will soon fall apart
Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy
Takes your dollar
In the gutter without cigarettes
Or wine your hungover
I was warned of your normal
Behaviour and felt my life was too short to
Consider your wack self
It’s like this when you dip down
And you are boxin’
Reeling against the ropes and you
Face some young Mexican
Your scrappin’ your kneck gets
Snapped back your nose is bled
Your thinkin’ this is your comeback
But, your takin’ ‘em to the head
You little bastard better watch you back
Cuz we’re after
Your punk ass by God we’re gonna jack it
You’re journey is small time
And your show is over
You’re ’bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
And your older ho bag sceezer
In her droopy saggy skin
Who thought she was a model
But in truth a never has-been
You both are fools
You and your cheap rooms too
The cigar biting your lips the
Way love use to
The rippin and rhyming and brethren see
We’re filling taste great
In the old school I was eight
Fot the new school I was late
But in high school I was debate
I rate in the great state of California
I’m warning ya je vais a la plage parce
Que le guignol est chouette!
I kick nonsense in French
Tasty like Crepe Suzette
I bet you’re feeling famished
For a 311 sandwich
Not the wack DJ’s that I’m a damage
I like a beat that’s unique and
I like my head zooming
And in my Continental you
Know that shit’s booming
With the diamond in the back suicide doors
You can look from here to eternity
And never receive your morsel
Another tale of ordinary madness
The girl who gave you her sex
I heard was homeless say
All I really wanna is to feel nirvana
Won’t you take me tonight and
We just might find
A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
Your tongue lickin’ up my tongue
Your radio pickin’ up a smokey jazz love song
Madness becomes you even though your
Livin’ life it’s hard to
Exist if you’re tempted
By flesh you wanna bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
A dancer dancin’ at a club the Hereafter
Who can’t really dance but
That doesn’t really matter
And she won’t hear applause
Cus your drunk and lost all light is gone
Your arms spread like a cross
And you’re dreaming that the world
Will soon fall apart
Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy
Takes your dollar
In the gutter without cigarettes
Or wine your hungover
I was warned of your normal
Behaviour and felt my life was too short to
Consider your wack self
It’s like this when you dip down
And you are boxin’
Reeling against the ropes and you
Face some young Mexican
Your scrappin’ your kneck gets
Snapped back your nose is bled
Your thinkin’ this is your comeback
But, your takin’ ‘em to the head
You little bastard better watch you back
Cuz we’re after
Your punk ass by God we’re gonna jack it
You’re journey is small time
And your show is over
You’re ’bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
And your older ho bag sceezer
In her droopy saggy skin
Who thought she was a model
But in truth a never has-been
You both are fools
You and your cheap rooms too
The cigar biting your lips the
Way love use to