311 - Salsa lyrics
We were born in the seventies<br>The rippin and rhyming and brethren see<br>We're filling taste great<br>In the old school I was eight<br>Fot the new school I was late<br>But in high school I was debate<br>I rate in the great state of california<br>I'm warning ya<br>Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!<br>I kick nonsense in french tasty like crepe suzette<br>I bet you gonna wanna try this but it takes niceness<br>I like a beat that's unique and I like my head zooming<br>And in my continental you know that shit's booming<br>With the diamond int eh back suicide doors<br>You can look from here to eternity<br>And never receive your morsel.<br><br>Another tale of ordinary madness<br>The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say<br>All I really wanna is to feel nirvana<br>Won't you take me tonight and we just might find<br>A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature<br>Your toung lickin' up my tounge<br>Your radio pickin' up a smokey jazz love song<br>Madness becomes you even though your<br>Livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted<br>By flesh you wanna bust through<br>Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry<br>She bends and suspends and her ass<br>Is a marvelous thing<br>A dance dancin' at a club the hereafter<br>Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter<br>And she won't hear applause<br>Cus your drunk and lost<br>All light is gone<br>Your arms spread like a cross<br>And you're dreaming that the world<br>Will soon fall apart<br>Topless firl in your gaze<br>Which is hazy<br>Takes your dollar<br>In the gutter without cigarettes<br>Or wine your hungover<br>I was warned of your normal<br>Behaviour and felt<br>My life was too short to<br>Consider your wack self<br>It's like this when you dip down<br>And you are boxin'<br>Reeling against the ropes and you<br>Face some young mexican<br>Your scrappin' your kneck gets<br>Snapped back your eyes have bled<br>Your thinking' about a comeback<br>But your takin' it to the head<br>You little bastard<br>Better watch you back<br>Cuz we're after<br>Your punk ass by God we're gonna jack it<br>You're played out and small time<br>And your show is over<br>You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover<br>And your older ho bag sceezer<br>In her droopy saggy skin<br>Who thoughtshe was a model<br>But in truth a never-has-been<br>I'll slap that witch as if I were her pimp<br>And my crew will attest to her fradulence
