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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 For the new school I was late But in high school I was the bate 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 feel I'm famous for 311 sandwhich Not the whack DJs that I'm a damage I like a beat that's unique and yes I like my head zoomin' And in my continental, you know that shits boomin' 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, even though your Livin' life it's hard to exist when 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 dance dancin' at a club the hereafter Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter And she won't hear applause 'Cuz your drunk and lost all light is gone Your arms spread like a cross And you're dreamin' that the world will soon fall apart Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy Takes your dollar in the gutter with the cigarettes Or wine you're hungover I was warned of your normal behaviour and felt My life was too short to consider your whacky self It's like this when you dip down And you are boxin' Reelin' against the ropes and you Face some young Mexican Your scrappin' your neck gets Snapped back your nose bled Your thinkin' about a comeback But your takin' it to the head You little bastard Better watch your 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 Hoe bag sceezer In her droopy saggy skin Who thought she was a model but in truth a never has been Both of us you bring your cheap rooms too This is a bought in a little ways Robbie is too {I'll slap that witch as if I were her pimp} {And my crew will attest to her fraudulence} {Ha ha ha After that you ask me like this Of course no}