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Текст песни 311 - Salsa

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We were born in the seventiesthe rippin and rhyming and brethren seewe`re filling taste great in the old school I was eightfor the new school I was latebut in high school I was debateI rate in the great state of California, I`m warning yaMe no je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!I kick non sense in Frenchtasty like Crepe SuzetteI bet your feelin` famished for a 311 sandwichbut not the wack dj`s that I`ma damageI like a beat that`s unique and yesI like my head zoomingand in my Continental you know that s---`s boomingwith the diamond in the back suicide doorsyou can look from here to eternityand never receive your morselAnother tale of ordinary madnessthe girl who gave you her sex I heard was homelesssay all I really wanna is to feel nirvanawon`t you take me tonight and we just might find a bottleof wine and feel our nasty natureyour tongue lickin` up my tongueyour radio pickin` up a Smokey jazz love songmadness becomes you even though yourlivin` life it`s hard to exist when you`re tempted by fleshyou wanna bust throughbeautiful legs in the bar there is poetryshe bends and suspends and her assis a marvelous thing a dance dancin` at a club thehereafter who can`t really dance butthat doesn`t really matterand she won`t hear applause cuz your drunk and lostall light is gone, your arms spread like acrossand you`re dreaming that the world will soon fall aparttopless girl in your gaze which is hazy takes your dollarin the gutter without cigarettes or wine you`re hungoverI was warned of your normal behavior and feltmy life was too short to consider your wack selfit`s like this when you dip downand you are boxin` reeling against the ropesand you face some young Mexicanyour scrappin` your neck gets snapped back your eyeshave bled your thinking` this is your comebackbut your takin` it to the headyou little bastard better watch you backcuz we`re after your punk a-- by God we`re gonna jack ityou`re played out and small time and your show is overyou`re `bout as lucky as a three leaf cloverand your older ho bag sceezer in her droopy saggy skinwho thought she was a modelbut in truth a never-has-beenyou both are fools, you and your kid friends toothere is a bite in your lip the way love used to

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