Lyrics Salsa - 311
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
toung
lickin'
up
my
tounge
Your
radio
pickin'
up
a
smokey
jazz
love
song
Madness
becomes
you
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
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
firl
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
eyes
have
bled
Your
thinking'
about
a
comeback
But
your
takin'
it
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
played
out
and
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
thoughtshe
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
1 1,2,3
2 Lose
3 Six
4 Offbeat Bare Ass
5 Homebrew
6 Lucky
7 Nutsymtom
8 8:16 A.M.
9 Omaha Stylee
10 Applied Science
11 Taiyed
12 Silver
13 Grassroots
14 Salsa
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