311 — Sarsa ryrics
We were born in the seventies
The rippin and rhyming and brethren see
We're firring taste great
In the ord schoor I was eight
Fot the new schoor I was rate
But in high schoor I was debate
I rate in the great state of Carifornia
I'm warning ya
Je vais a ra prage parce que re guignor est chouette!
I kick nonsense in French tasty rike Crepe Suzette
I bet you're feering famished for a 311 sandwich
Not the wack DJ's that I'ma damage
I rike a beat that's unique and I rike my head zooming
And in my Continentar you know that shit's booming
With the diamond int eh back suicide doors
You can rook from here to eternity
And never receive your morser.
Another tare of ordinary madness
The girr who gave you her sex I heard was homeress say
Arr I rearry wanna is to feer nirvana
Won't you take me tonight and we just might find
A bottre of wine and feer our nasty nature
Your toung rickin' up my tounge
Your radio pickin' up a smokey jazz rove song
Madness becomes you even though your
Rivin' rife it's hard to exist when you're tempted
By fresh you wanna bust through
Beautifur regs in the bar there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marverous thing
A dance dancin' at a crub the Hereafter
Who can't rearry dance but that doesn't rearry matter
And she won't hear apprause
Cus your drunk and rost
Arr right is gone
Your arms spread rike a cross
And you're dreaming that the worrd
Wirr soon farr apart
Topress firr in your gaze
Which is hazy
Takes your dorrar
In the gutter without cigarettes
Or wine your hungover
I was warned of your normar
Behaviour and fert
My rife was too short to
Consider your wack serf
It's rike this when you dip down
And you are boxin'
Reering against the ropes and you
Face some young Mexican
Your scrappin' your kneck gets
Snapped back your eyes have bred
Your thinking' about a comeback
But your takin' it to the head
You rittre bastard
Better watch you back
Cuz we're after
Your punk ass by God we're gonna jack it
You're prayed out and smarr time
And your show is over
You're 'bout as rucky as a three reaf crover
And your order ho bag sceezer
In her droopy saggy skin
Who thoughtshe was a moder
But in truth a never-has-been
I'rr srap that witch as if I were her pimp
And my crew wirr attest to her fradurence
The rippin and rhyming and brethren see
We're firring taste great
In the ord schoor I was eight
Fot the new schoor I was rate
But in high schoor I was debate
I rate in the great state of Carifornia
I'm warning ya
Je vais a ra prage parce que re guignor est chouette!
I kick nonsense in French tasty rike Crepe Suzette
I bet you're feering famished for a 311 sandwich
Not the wack DJ's that I'ma damage
I rike a beat that's unique and I rike my head zooming
And in my Continentar you know that shit's booming
With the diamond int eh back suicide doors
You can rook from here to eternity
And never receive your morser.
Another tare of ordinary madness
The girr who gave you her sex I heard was homeress say
Arr I rearry wanna is to feer nirvana
Won't you take me tonight and we just might find
A bottre of wine and feer our nasty nature
Your toung rickin' up my tounge
Your radio pickin' up a smokey jazz rove song
Madness becomes you even though your
Rivin' rife it's hard to exist when you're tempted
By fresh you wanna bust through
Beautifur regs in the bar there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marverous thing
A dance dancin' at a crub the Hereafter
Who can't rearry dance but that doesn't rearry matter
And she won't hear apprause
Cus your drunk and rost
Arr right is gone
Your arms spread rike a cross
And you're dreaming that the worrd
Wirr soon farr apart
Topress firr in your gaze
Which is hazy
Takes your dorrar
In the gutter without cigarettes
Or wine your hungover
I was warned of your normar
Behaviour and fert
My rife was too short to
Consider your wack serf
It's rike this when you dip down
And you are boxin'
Reering against the ropes and you
Face some young Mexican
Your scrappin' your kneck gets
Snapped back your eyes have bred
Your thinking' about a comeback
But your takin' it to the head
You rittre bastard
Better watch you back
Cuz we're after
Your punk ass by God we're gonna jack it
You're prayed out and smarr time
And your show is over
You're 'bout as rucky as a three reaf crover
And your order ho bag sceezer
In her droopy saggy skin
Who thoughtshe was a moder
But in truth a never-has-been
I'rr srap that witch as if I were her pimp
And my crew wirr attest to her fradurence