Sublime
I Don't Care To Much For Reggae lyrics
Songwriters: Nowell, Brad; Gaugh, Floyd I (iv); Wilson, Eric
See, I, I chose this profession so therefore, I earn beer
Pretty much
Got matches?
And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either
Are you guys musicians?
We're magicians
What kind of music y'all play?
The kind that, I dunno
Ask and you shall receive
Whoo
Reggae
Reggae? Oh, reggae
I'm not too into reggae
Why not?
Oh well
I don't like it, that's why
We play rock, blues
Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know Bon Jovi?
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Oh
I like a little of this kind of music
Yeah?
Yeah
I like jazz, blues
Oh, jazz is great
I'm not too into rap
I really don't like that rap
Rap? Rap
I like oldies
Some rock, some hard rock
I even like a little Mexican music
Don't understand the shit they're sayin'
Don't understand nuthin' but I like it
Now, the Indian music
Now that's somethin' to trip off of
Acid
Because every song is like
You'd better be trippin' pretty hard
Uh-huh
I'll bet you trip hard
Acid
Oh, he's got it goin' on
Don't you go near ya hand
Yeah
Everyday
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everyday I say, oh please don't lie
We gotta leave
I swear
You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin' problem?
Ah-hah
I never said I thought you were stupid either
He ain't got nuthin' on there
Can one of y'all spare 20 cents
I don't even have 20 cents
I don't even have, uh
If I had 20 cents a dollar like you
I'd spend the last one
This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you
My wallet's inside
Yeah, right, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, you got money
Yeah, you got cash
Yeah, we know you got money, man
Actually, I think I have a buck
Give her the fuckin' quarter
We checked you out, we know you
Whoo
Reggae
Reggae? Oh, reggae
I'm not too into reggae
C'mon down
One more time
C'mon down, c'mon down
Yeah
Go down and see your baby now
No
We love you, yeah
When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sittin' there
Yeah
Fuck
Can't go in there
Fuck
I know he wasn't
I immediately gave him all my money
Fuck
I know he wasn't
I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason
You can stay here
Hey man
On that one
You got a good Samaritan here
The mother-fuckers knocked on the door
And arrested him for bein' drunk in public
What's goin' on?
I'm gonna break down the
He's really, in a mental hospital and that thing really doesn't work
You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin' problem
Laa, got a night down
Yah
Who's this guy?
That's Opie, that's Opie
Opie is our master
Who's this guy?
That's Opie
Yah
Who's this guy?
That's Opie, that's Opie
Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie
That's Opie, that's Opie
Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie
And Opie is our master
I am the master
He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know
He created this
Knock me out
Master of the mother-fucker
Wait, I have one
Try that
He usually doesn't speak
Like, every two weeks
He speaks in tongues
Oh, in tongues
He only speaks every 2 weeks
Hey, y'all meet Raleigh?
This is like, speaking in tongues
Whoo
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