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Now I ve been sitting back watching like a hawk on the hunt
See people talk a big game but it s only a front
They think they doing big things but they living month to month
Can t even buy the milk for the Captain Crunch
You got to keep a close eye keep a look out for show
Get your piece of the pie keep on stacking the dough
Keep a low profile and a smile on your face
But watch your back
Cause someone s always trying to take your place
Steer clear of dead end roads and gold digging hoes
Those who already know know that s how it goes
One too many times I ve been standing in the cold
But it won t happen again cause now I m running the show
I got control of my life and yes I know where I m headed
And if it came out of my mouth then I guess that I said it
I said a lot of crazy shit from the past to the present
But you can bank on the fact that I m a keep representing

I ve been down that road one too many timez
Stoned late night just sitting in that drive-thru line
Folks keep asking what I m gonna do with my life
I ve been down that road one too many timez
One too many timez
One too many timez
One too many timez
One too many timez

One too many timez I ve been down and out
Stuck in a rut trying to figure this one out
A dead end job no college degree
And my money s drying up faster than my weed
As this world goes around it seems nothing makes sense
Violence makes dollars all the sinner s repent
And this government seems hell bent to boil
Profits line their pockets blood runs for oil
And this cannabis plant is still demonized
By religious zealots that control from the right
With an iron fist and no consideration
For legalization or the creators creation
See I was always taught where there s smoke there s fire
And tell a lie once you get called a liar
See I decipher everything I receive
No wonder I don t know who the fuck to believe

[CHORUS]

Mother fuck the police mother fuck everybody
Mother fuck those mother fuckers that are still hating on me
I gives a fuck mother fucker fuck you too
Fuck that one dude I ll fuck that one dudes whole crew
I ve been down that road like one too many timez
But I learned my lesson no second guessing
This time I m dropping dimes they scared to call a mother fucker out
By stupid acts or complicated rhymes
Think before you speak you sound like Chris Rock
You ain t got no rocks you ain t signed by the rock
Bitch ass get geeked punk I ll drop you off
You can t dribble the rock you ain t buy your lady no rocks
Fuck a rock I gives a fuck about some bling bling
As far as you know I don t give a fuck about anything
So keep it that way it saves me the breath from explaining myself
Ya stupid ass

[CHORUS]

Tekst :

Are ya living to live?
Are you living to die
Are you living a tale?
Are you living a lie?
You got one life to life
Are you living it right?
You ve got one life to live
Who wants to ride?

Everyday, I do it my way
Live my life my way, but don t care what they say

Dying daze
Dying daze
Dying daze
Dying daze
Ridin till my dyin daze

I m sick of watchin birds spill
I m sick of chasin dollar bills
I m sick of systems tryin to seal my fate (Oh, oh, oh)
I d rather taste the sunshine with some endo in my ride
I wanna climb waterfalls all day (Oh, oh, oh)
I wanna break the open sky with my psychedelic eye
I wanna ride around the world today (Oh, oh, oh)
And if I never make it home I know my soul is gonna roam
I m gonna ride until my dying day

Ridin till my dyin daze
Ridin till my dyin daze
Ridin till my dyin daze
Ridin till my dyin daze

I ve been all around the world from the east to the west
Japan to LA, I said damn take a breath
Livin life fast put the rest in the past
Till my dyin daze I ll go ridin to the last
And until my dying days I m living life to the fullest
Staring at the ripcord wondering when I should pull it
Thinkin I wanna stop but no I gotta go faster
Gonna go till I m broke then throw me out to pasture

Alright Johnny Ric need to stick to the picture
Knowin damn well how we flip these scriptures
The beats gonna hit ya, ya feel that vibe
It s a dance hall funk with the punk rock rhyme
So get down to pit cause its gonna explode
Circle gonna blow from the first distant go
Whether hittin 5th wide or chargin 12 step
Gaps, that s it when you commit cause there s no turning back.
That s it when you commit cause there s no turning back
That s it when you commit cause there s no turning back

Ridin till my dyin
Ridin till my dyin daze
Dyin daze
Dyin daze
Dyin daze
Ridin till my dyin daze

I m sick of watchin birds spill
I m sick of chasin dollar bills
I m sick of systems tryin to seal my fate (Oh, oh, oh)
I d rather taste the sunshine with some endo in my ride
I wanna climb waterfalls all day (Oh, oh, oh)
I wanna break the open sky with my psychedelic eye
I wanna ride around the world today (Oh, oh, oh)
And if I never make it home I know my soul is gonna roam
I m gonna ride until my dying day

Ridin till my dyin daze
Ridin till my dyin daze
Ridin till my dyin daze
Ridin till my dyin daze

Last chance gotta chose a path
Either hit the brakes or give a fist full of gas
Give a last push on hope your pegs on tight
Cause loose screws won t do in the middle of flight.

Naw get it right doc you know loc loc rocked it
Every time I spit you know it sits in the pocket
We the hot topic like dub for sale
D-loc and Johnny Richter got it wrapped in the mail

We was sent first class signed sealed and inked
Overnight express with all the free drinks
What d you really think didn t know bout the team
You know you wish you would ve known we rolled 15 deep

Johnny Ric , Daddy X, Big Pak, and Loc
Dog Boy, Bobby B and Lou Dog s fro
On the road doin shows with Munchey s clothes
And everybody knows that I spit these flows
Everybody knows that I spit these flows
Everybody knows that I spit these flows

Ridin till my dyin
Ridin till my dyin daze
Dyin daze
Dyin daze

Everyday, I do it my way
Live my life my way, but don t care what they say
Ridin till my dyin daze

Tekst :

Watch it, watch it, watch it
Dog Boy here, and I m stickin with the Kings
Cool and delayed
Saint!, comin comin

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say I made it till I m pissin off the top
O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers
Haters can t fade us cuz it s true hip-hop

MC-in is the place for me to be in
And nut-swinging is the way that I be G-in
Never leanin to the old, for the lyrical hold
Keep my shit bold, morals i stole
Fuck parol when I stroll, man I dodge five-O
I dip-dive, fuck a bribe, live to rock the show and the ho
Skip the blow, gimme the 40, yo
I like a lady down to ride like a rodeo
You see anarchy are flies like the hemp on a hippy
Cussin like a mother cuz my head s a little trippy
My bud s I like em sticky, so pack another rip, D
High as the plains west of the Mississippi

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say I made it till I m pissin off the top
O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
Haters can t fade us cuz it s true hip-hop

Eh rude boy, lad you party nonstop
You re the first to start, you re the last to drop
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
And that them can t stop

Punk rock mental my thoughts are horse
Hip hop freestyle, freedom of course
Ooh, my old girl Mary better known as a shwag-hag
Every other night she help me out buying dime bags
A dime to a twenty, to a forty, to E
I switched to homegrown now I puff on Bobby B s, yo

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say I made it till I m pissin off the top
O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
They just can t fade us cuz it s true hip-hop

Eh rude boy, lad you party nonstop,
You re the first to start, you re the last to drop
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
And that them can t stop

Check your traits, you perpetrate I can t relate
Your mental mind state is far to overrate, you can t skate
Don t sit and debate, you need to skip the state
Ask Jesus Christ to clean the slate
I think it s fate, I ain t done yet so wait
Your philosophies, pale and underweight, they re out of date
One mo thing, and then we re straight, put the fake to sleep
And then I catch you at the wake
And then we ll bake, and once again try to relate
Hopefully the good will win, you ll lose the hate
Counts are closed, I think we re up to date
Wake up young chump, get a grip, checkmate

Sound boy, you should ve thanked the Saint
He just saved your life from a terrible fate
Sound boy, Saint just put you in check
He set you straight to save your own neck

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say I made it till I m pissin off the top
O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
They just can t fade us cuz it s true hip-hop

Oh, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
Singing with the Kings up on the record version
Eh rude boy, I say you party nonstop
You re the first to start, you re the last to drop
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
And that them can t stop
Shucka shucka to all the rude boys
Shucka shucka with Suburban Noize
Coming in unity, like one big family
Every S.B. release gonna make you feel so irie
It s Dog Boy, you know me chat nonstop
Seeking the roots rub-a-dub, ragamuffin punk rock
It s Dog Boy, kickin down your shit
From your microphone, ear, to your consolate
Like the black flag song, we re gonna rise above
Every time we re coming with respect and love
I am the one Dog-Boy from L.A., CA
In the name of unity I man must say
From London, to Kingston, from the South Bay
All me out to do is flash my stylee
Now I am a-comin and I m settin em down
Little sound boy with no solution
Check the bag, with just one flow
You may find you don t need a ego
It s Dog Boy, you know me chat nonstop
With the roots rub-a-dub, ragamuffin punk rock
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops, music is our weapon
And that them can t stop

Rush with fury and flame in the darkest night
Rent the sky with your pure, preternatural light
You would come to deliver your sacred gift
Leave us not til we ve tasted your divine kiss
Leave your pain, leave your joy, leave your suffering
Show what life could become...

I see your face your crimson eyes
Your sultry sin that devilish grin reflected in your guise
And with a hesitant hand I will taste it if I can
Not knowing what it takes to be a man
So play on just play on
I ve seen it all before so count me in
I hope...

(with Elisabeth Andreassen)

Kan vi na varandra
Säg att hoppet rar
Öppna dina sinnen
För de under vi förstar
Längtans skora blomma
Sträcker sig mot skyn
Önskar varje manniska
Kunde dela denna syn

Finns det mirakel
Hoppas att himlen ruvar pa ett svar
Där bakom molnen djupt i den...

Tell him I m driving, it s alright
Turn on this wheel
Turn on headlights
A hundred different bibles by my side
In my white gown
I go flying down
Oh my eyes, it cannot be,; He said no, it cannot be
All...

Armies and ice and dirty green
Newspapers shovels sand on the breeze
I think of Eliot when I smell the street
And it’s sometimes wise just to shut your eyes
Workers and lovers make their living space neat
Bent out of shape over what to eat
I dream of Eliot but I am discrete
Cause its sometimes...