My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray."
Songwriters: Keith Elam, Floyd Iv Gaugh, Bradley Nowell, Eric Wilson
Because to me loops come naturaly
It wasn't hard to do, it so easy
Sublime beats are comin' straight from Long Beach
Call 808 kid to get served
The 808 kit is on my hit list
And respect to the man with the ozi
Picked up a pen and a pad, droppes reality
The 808 is within my reach
Next thing you know, skinny coming with the 9 mm
We used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie
And this beat's cooking like a piped out bliss
Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., GASOLINE ALLEY MUSIC, GIFTED PEARL MUSIC INC, ILL KID MUSIC, LOU DOG PUBLISHING, MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA
Way, way, way back days, the year, 1983
If you think that hollywood didn't get what he deserved
A half pack of smokes, and oh yes, aunt Bea
Mom's words seem like yesterday
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
Never thinking that I would live to see the day I rocked my own CD
She most have gone with the boss D.J. Right?
'Cause he who has the money has the authority
Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way
And now in '94 we got an S.T.P
A fifteen pack of Old Millwalkee