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Slightly Stoopid & G. Love & Special Sauce
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The lyrics “My love for you, said, it will a-never die
Because I love you ‘til the well run dry
But I love that music make you feel so high” are taken from Sublime’s “Roots of Creation”
We got the fire shot madness
Holy God
Fire, fire now
Fire down below, no-no-no
All these people be running ‘round
Out of control
They runnin' 'round, them wicked out of control
Jah shall be with you
But until we meet again
Holy God Jah-Jah be with you
Until we meet-meet-meet again
Holy God, fire, no fire now
Fire down below, no-no-no (But any fire below, below, below)
All these people, they running ‘round
Said, them out of control
They run around, them wicked out of control
What's this? What's that?
Budda boom-boom, shout out fire
But said, what's this? What's that?
Budda boom-boom, shout out fire
But any
Fire, fire now
Fire down below, no-no-no
But all these people running round
Wicked out of control
But they run around, them wicked out of control
It's just the S-T-double-O-P-I-D
We comin' straight for ya
When I'm on ya microphone, bet rock shit like the warrior
An' them girls
You gonna be doin' what those guys be doin', no
By Jah-Jah, still be a lady
Said, to girls
You gonna be doin' what them guys do, we know
Wicked man, now
But he want, he want, he say now
If all the girls, yes, them live ‘cross the sea
If all the girls, yes, them live ‘cross the sea
But what a great swimmer I and I would be
But what a great swimmer I and I would be
But-a while my ink is pale, girl
My pen is dry, but
My love for you, said, it will a-never die
Because I love you ‘til the well run dry
But I love that music make you feel so high, high, high
I'm on the bass
When I seen ‘em in the alleyway, alleyway
Well, they remember that
Lord have mercy
When I return, my bass it was gone
In a matter of fact
I look around, lord have mercy, then I didn't know what to do
I'm callin' 9-1-1
I'm even callin' 9-1-2
I return to the pad, but then ya tellin' that i'm through
I'm singin' a little song for you, sing
Holy God
Fire, fire now
Fire down below, no-no-no
All these people be running ‘round
Said, them out of control
They run around, come again, them out of control
But jah will be with you
But until we meet again
Holy God Jah-Jah still with you
Until we meet-meet-meet again
Won't follow me, oh
No follow me, oh
Don't follow me, oh
Repeat to dem a little again
I've got this bassline
We got the bassline-line-line
We got the bassline
We got the bassline
We got the bassline (Whoa, no-no-no)
Them got the bassline-line-line-line-line
Them got the bassline (Whoa, no-no-no)
Them got the bassline
Pick it up-up!