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311 – T & P Combo
Album: “311″
People sing about the coming of spring
But what is comin’ down around it’s snow or it’s rain
It’s insane and I’m still in the same gang
The way the weatheract’s it’s a shame ok
Badder behavior in our s**t is flavor
Grandiose endeavorsyes the quest is greater
Make no mistake I know the time and I wake I slip only when
P-Nut gets me baked from that shake
Yeah you can’t f**k with this
You’re Walter Middy don’t take it as a dis
But the fantasy has got to end this minute I had a f**king dream
and yo now I’m in it I’ve been at many function
but I knowI’m about the function
If someone brings you down keep punching
We bunched in alittle house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now – solid I concurtime it slurs and it blurs
The vision like a drug and yo it’s the word
Howabsurd deliver us from nerds
And funky 40 oz. glass littered curbs
Soon thechurch pitted bell will clang
Boys on the corner mack with slang play a dicegame
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
Your street time is limited ‘cuz this band rocks it
Take your whole crew put ‘em all in your pocket If your feelin’ sick rub it on
with vicks ‘N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix
Your street time is limited ‘cuz this band rocks it
Take your whole crew put ‘emall in your pocket
If your feelin’ sick we got the elixir
Rub it on down withthe sweet super mixer
Late night radio players late night airwave invaders
Yeah we got the force late night radio
Zooma zooma zooma yeah we got the boom
Blowin’ up the spot so so give us room
We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical
When we take the stage see a miracle I realize today nothing is more vestigial
Than the young space walkin’ individual
For years and years bubbling up withsoul power
To detonate this planet or reach another
Yeah we take it up a notch
We diggin’ the s**t so deep like
Ralston digs scotch
Botch this and I’ll regret it no that’s not what I’m saying
Remember this instead I’m staying
We played ina little house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now – solid
We hauled a van with a RV that was a bad call It all went up in flames
but I haven’t seen it all
Homey steps to me and say hey where ya goin’
Oh just headin’ back to where I done my growin’
If you must go somewhere over the rainbow
The adventures of a cosmic hero
From planet to planet my tags a crater
If you’re notin the future you’re not here either
Labeled psychedelic we can play disco
When the going gets weird you know the weird turn pro
Your street time is limited’cuz this band rocks it
Take your whole crew put ‘em all in your pocket
If yourfeelin’ sick rub it on with Vicks ‘N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix
Your street time is limited ‘cuz this band rocks it
Take your whole crew put ‘em allin your pocket
If your feelin’ sick we got the elixir
Rub it on down with thesweet super mixer
Late night radio players late night airwave invaders
Yeah we got the force late night radio
311 – Down South
Album: “Unity”
Let me take you down south
Hear it from the dover’s mouth
The rhythm will make you want to move your body
I had it once and never ever forgot it
Feel the rhythm of rhapsody
Your body moves in raw ecstasy
Explosive eruption beyond compare
Take my advice don’t think twice
Let me take you way down south
Step back cuz the funk is here and
The base is kickin’ straight to your ear man
Because it’s like that so don’t talk back
And if you do then you’re gonna get the back slap
Down south that’s an enigma
But to you it’s a stupid dumb stigma
That’s right it’s outta sight
Let me tell you ’bout my baby
She loves me don’t mean maybe
She knows what I think and I don’t have to say it
I love her so I don’t have to play it
We sit and drink in the sun
I raise my glass and say she’s the one
Cool breeze light squeeze life
Take my advice don’t think twice
Let me take you way down south
Step back I’m about to get hectic
Chalk it up as another dialectic
Hard like a jam
Smooth like a ballad
Call it what you want but I call it sound salad
A salad grown in the garden of Eden
Seekin’ out pleasures like my boys in Sweden
That’s right the grooves tight like
Sit back just relax, let your mind unwind
Pull your good thing close, let tranquility surround
Psychedelic freak out taco funk frolic
Grind fiend roots ‘core soul music what have you
Step back and think about the topic of this song
Strong innuendo end over end goes your brain
I won’t say it’s plain figure it out here’s a clue
It’s about winding, grinding, finding that spot
That get’s her hot the joy of giving pleasure
Is beyond measure