And this beat's cooking like a piped out bliss
Way, way, way back days, the year, 1983
A half pack of smokes, and oh yes, aunt Bea
Mom's words seem like yesterday
Sublime beats are comin' straight from Long Beach
Call 808 kid to get served
Had to get a job, had to make some mon-ne-ne
A Dalmation and a girlfriend, but I ain't got no mon-ne-ne-ne
A fifteen pack of Old Millwalkee
My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray."
The 808 kit is on my hit list
We used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie
'Cause he who has the money has the authority
She most have gone with the boss D.J. Right?
Never thinking that I would live to see the day I rocked my own CD
Next thing you know, skinny coming with the 9 mm
If you think that hollywood didn't get what he deserved
It wasn't hard to do, it so easy
The 808 is within my reach
And respect to the man with the ozi
Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way
Songwriters: Keith Elam, Floyd Iv Gaugh, Bradley Nowell, Eric Wilson
Picked up a pen and a pad, droppes reality
And now in '94 we got an S.T.P
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., GASOLINE ALLEY MUSIC, GIFTED PEARL MUSIC INC, ILL KID MUSIC, LOU DOG PUBLISHING, MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA
Because to me loops come naturaly