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