| Song | T & P Combo |
| Artist | 311 |
| Album | 311 |
| Lyrics：Hexum/Martinez Music：Mahoney/Wills | |
| People sing about the coming of spring | |
| But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain | |
| It's insane and i'm still in the same gang | |
| The way the weather act's it's a shame ok | |
| Badder behavior in our shit is flavor | |
| Grandiose endeavors yes the quest is greater | |
| Make no mistake i know the time and i wake | |
| I slip only when p-nut gets me baked from that shake | |
| Yeah you can't **** with this | |
| You're walter middy don't take it as a dis | |
| But the fantasy has got to end this minute | |
| I had a ****ing dream and yo now i'm in it | |
| I've been at many function but i know i'm about the function | |
| If someone brings you down keep punching | |
| We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid | |
| But where we at now - solid | |
| I concur time it slurs and it blurs | |
| The vision like a drug and yo it's the word | |
| How absurd deliver us from nerds | |
| And funky 40 oz glass littered curbs | |
| Soon the church pitted bell will clang | |
| Boys on the corner mack with slang play a dice game | |
| When i walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na | |
| Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it | |
| Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket | |
| If your feelin' sick rub it on with vicks | |
| 'N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix | |
| Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it | |
| Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket | |
| If your feelin' sick we got the elixir | |
| Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer | |
| Late night radio players late night airwave invaders | |
| Yeah we got the force late night radio | |
| Zooma zooma zooma yeah we got the boom | |
| Blowin' up the spot so so give us room | |
| We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical | |
| When we take the stage see a miracle | |
| I realize today nothing is more vestigial | |
| Than the young space walkin' individual | |
| For years and years bubbling up with soul power | |
| To detonate this planet or reach another | |
| Yeah we take it up a notch | |
| We diggin' the shit so deep like ralston digs scotch | |
| Botch this and i'll regret it no that's not what i'm saying | |
| Remember this instead i'm staying | |
| We played in a little house where conditions got squalid | |
| But where we at now - solid | |
| We hauled a van with a rv that was a bad call | |
| It all went up in flames but i haven't seen it all | |
| Homey steps to me and say hey where ya goin' | |
| Oh just headin' back to where i done my growin' | |
| If you must go somewhere over the rainbow | |
| The adventures of a cosmic hero | |
| From planet to planet my tags a crater | |
| If you're not in the future you're not here either | |
| Labeled psychedelic we can play disco | |
| When the going gets weird you know the weird turn pro | |
| Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it | |
| Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket | |
| If your feelin' sick rub it on with vicks | |
| 'N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix | |
| Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it | |
| Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket | |
| If your feelin' sick we got the elixir | |
| Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer | |
| Late night radio players late night airwave invaders | |
| Yeah we got the force late night radio |
| Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Mahoney Wills | |
| People sing about the coming of spring | |
| But what is comin' down around it' s snow or it' s rain | |
| It' s insane and i' m still in the same gang | |
| The way the weather act' s it' s a shame ok | |
| Badder behavior in our shit is flavor | |
| Grandiose endeavors yes the quest is greater | |
| Make no mistake i know the time and i wake | |
| I slip only when pnut gets me baked from that shake | |
| Yeah you can' t with this | |
| You' re walter middy don' t take it as a dis | |
| But the fantasy has got to end this minute | |
| I had a ing dream and yo now i' m in it | |
| I' ve been at many function but i know i' m about the function | |
| If someone brings you down keep punching | |
| We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid | |
| But where we at now solid | |
| I concur time it slurs and it blurs | |
| The vision like a drug and yo it' s the word | |
| How absurd deliver us from nerds | |
| And funky 40 oz glass littered curbs | |
| Soon the church pitted bell will clang | |
| Boys on the corner mack with slang play a dice game | |
| When i walk by it some bag lady goes shananana | |
| Your street time is limited ' cuz this band rocks it | |
| Take your whole crew put ' em all in your pocket | |
| If your feelin' sick rub it on with vicks | |
| ' N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix | |
| Your street time is limited ' cuz this band rocks it | |
| Take your whole crew put ' em all in your pocket | |
| If your feelin' sick we got the elixir | |
| Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer | |
| Late night radio players late night airwave invaders | |
| Yeah we got the force late night radio | |
| Zooma zooma zooma yeah we got the boom | |
| Blowin' up the spot so so give us room | |
| We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical | |
| When we take the stage see a miracle | |
| I realize today nothing is more vestigial | |
| Than the young space walkin' individual | |
| For years and years bubbling up with soul power | |
| To detonate this planet or reach another | |
| Yeah we take it up a notch | |
| We diggin' the shit so deep like ralston digs scotch | |
| Botch this and i' ll regret it no that' s not what i' m saying | |
| Remember this instead i' m staying | |
| We played in a little house where conditions got squalid | |
| But where we at now solid | |
| We hauled a van with a rv that was a bad call | |
| It all went up in flames but i haven' t seen it all | |
| Homey steps to me and say hey where ya goin' | |
| Oh just headin' back to where i done my growin' | |
| If you must go somewhere over the rainbow | |
| The adventures of a cosmic hero | |
| From planet to planet my tags a crater | |
| If you' re not in the future you' re not here either | |
| Labeled psychedelic we can play disco | |
| When the going gets weird you know the weird turn pro | |
| Your street time is limited ' cuz this band rocks it | |
| Take your whole crew put ' em all in your pocket | |
| If your feelin' sick rub it on with vicks | |
| ' N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix | |
| Your street time is limited ' cuz this band rocks it | |
| Take your whole crew put ' em all in your pocket | |
| If your feelin' sick we got the elixir | |
| Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer | |
| Late night radio players late night airwave invaders | |
| Yeah we got the force late night radio |