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that is one of the best sublime bass lines ive ever herd

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horny? hehe me 2 . hit me up on msg messeger if ur reading this!! My msn live ID is jane21dame q

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my favorite sublime song.

user
anyone know where I can put my sexy vids? yt keeps removing them off my list! T

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this song fuckin rocks

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this song

user
after taking a closer look i have come to the conclusion that it must be a mid 70s plymouth duster. fitting!

user
what kind of car is that? those headlights look like a 70s ford...?

user
mine says its called that too. for some reason all the songs are offset on my album?

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it's because they list Free Loop Dub and Q-Ball as one track on the album liner, but they're really two separate songs on the CD


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Lyrics:
Headed out for Austin, now were half way down the road.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Steady staring out the window.
It fells good, it fells nice, it feels like you need it.
And back out on the road is where we like to be seated.
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style. We got half-pint style, we
got a b-boy style.
We got to put that shit together in a creative style. We put that shit
together in a creative style.

Outside on the pavement I won't feel afraid,
there's a little piece of paper saying how we walked that May.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
No one's got fingers, I got no one to blame.

I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need!

Headed out to Houston, now where halfway out the door.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Staring out the window.
It fells good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it.
I know how females like to be treated.
A license for me and the stars up above,
And on the interstate I fell love, love, love.
And If I never realize then that's how it has to be,
And all DJs out there got to give me money.

Back out on the freeway, I won't fell sane.
Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
Blown out speakers, I got no one to blame.

I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need! Yea.

I can ??, but I won't see,
Because no one can tell you, you've got to be afraid.
We got to go back on the highway, live behind the wheel.
I want it real!


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